"Miss, Miss, you're so miserable!"

"If you want to die, then so be it. How can we explain this to the Marquis and the War King? Why are we so unlucky on such a joyous day?"

There was a burst of wailing and howling, which made Song Wanwan's head almost explode. She opened her heavy eyelids with difficulty and saw a few big faces with heavy makeup.

"Damn, I'm scared to death!"

She raised her hand and said, "Stop arguing. Stay away from me!"

As soon as these words came out, the cries in the room suddenly stopped. The group of old maids who were holding her and shaking her instantly retreated, as if they were avoiding the plague.

Song Wanwan was thrown away by them, and her butt cracked.

She grimaced in pain and glanced around. Suddenly, a bunch of black question marks appeared.

Where was she?

What was going to happen in this antique room? And why were these people in ancient clothes in front of them? Were they filming?

While she was in shock, she suddenly felt a pain in her head, and a strange memory poured into her mind.

"I, Song Wanwan, have been through time!"

Because she was struck by lightning when she crossed the road in the rainy day. She was a miracle doctor born in an ancient martial arts family, but she actually traveled to the Yama Dynasty in the Northernmost Land and became a disgusting ugly woman!

Her original surname was the same as hers. Her name was Song Wanwan, and she was also the eldest legitimate daughter of the Duke of Yin Mountain, Song Weiling. Although she had a noble status, she had a big black spot on her face since she was a child. She was extremely ugly and scary.

Therefore, she was mocked by everyone in the Northern Yama Dynasty. In order to humiliate the War King, Jiang Wuwang, the Emperor pointed out her marriage.

The original one was the Crown Prince, Jiang Yuning. Therefore, on the wedding day, she was hung in the new room.

As a result, Song Wanwan was so unlucky that she borrowed the corpse to come back to life.

"A... a corpse?"

"Ah! There's a ghost!"

The maids and senior servants looked at her and screamed in fear.

A little girl in plain clothes came up with red eyes. "Miss? Are you awake? You scared me to death! Boohoo!"

Song Wanwan vaguely remembered that this was her original personal maid, Xiaoqing. Seeing her crying so bitterly, Song Wanwan waved her hand and said, "Hey, don't cry, I'm fine!"

The original owner would definitely not come back. She would survive as the original owner, and she would also treat the people around her well.

"Miss? Are you really all right?"

The old nanny next to her stared at her for a while and her eyes lit up. "Hurry up, everyone get changed for Miss! It's almost time for her to get married. No one can afford to delay the big event!"

Hearing this, everyone's expression froze. They stepped forward and pressed down on Song Wanwan, beginning to change into a wedding dress.

"Hey? You... don't touch me!"

"First Miss, since you're not dead, you'd better marry into Prince Zhan's Mansion! This is the Emperor's imperial edict!"

"Although the War King is not favored by His Majesty and is disabled, he is His Majesty's younger brother after all! It's lucky for you to marry him!"

"When you become the Princess of War, you must remember who you are. Don't pester the Crown Prince anymore!"

...

Song Wanwan was forced to change her clothes, stuffed into the bridal sedan chair, and headed in the direction of Prince Zhan's Mansion.

"F*ck..." She leaned against the sedan chair in a daze and felt dizzy.

She had really fallen into a trap. These people had taken advantage of the fact that she had just transcended time and had yet to recover her strength, yet she had been forced to marry him! Furthermore, they felt that she had taken advantage of him to marry the War King.

Was she that ugly?

As she touched the black spots on her face, Song Wanwan's heart was full of mud.

Raising her hand to feel his pulse, she frowned and said, "Nascent poison? It's a little troublesome."

Just as she was thinking about how to treat him, the bridal sedan chair was already outside the Sixth Prince's mansion. It was a joyous day, but it was cold and desolate here. There was no wedding atmosphere at all.

The guards of Prince Zhan's Mansion stood straight at the gate of the mansion, and they were determined to kill.

When they saw the bridal sedan chair, they did not salute. They only said, "His Highness has ordered that the bridal sedan chair is not allowed to enter through the main door."

As a servant girl, Xiaoqing was about to express her dissatisfaction, but the matchmaker had already taken them to the back door.

"Are you kidding me? This is the Prince Zhan's Mansion! Who dares to be so presumptuous here?"

The bridal sedan chair entered the backyard of the prince's mansion through the narrow back door. As soon as the matchmaker and the person carrying the sedan chair got off, they ran away as if they were running for their lives, leaving only Xiaoqing and the lonely bridal sedan chair still in place.

Xiaoqing was so angry that she was about to cry. How could they treat Miss like this?

Song Wanwan didn't feel anything at all. She lifted the veil and walked out of the bridal sedan chair.

"Miss, you can't get off by yourself. You have to wait for the War King to kick the sedan..."

"What are we waiting for? He's already in through the back door, how can we expect him to come and kick the sedan chair?" Song Wanwan clapped her hands and looked at the backyard of the prince's mansion.

Needless to say, the Warlord's Mansion was quite magnificent. There were only two words to describe it: luxurious!

Hey, is this the newly married sister of the princess? Sister, why did you come in through the back door? Why didn't you wait for the prince to kick out of the bridal sedan chair? Isn't this a little impolite? You are really ill-bred!

An ear-piercing voice rang out. A young woman dressed in luxurious clothes walked over with a large group of serving concubines. With a rough look, they were afraid that there were more than twenty.

"He's here to teach me a lesson!"

Fortunately, there was this face in the original owner's memory. This was Su Muxue, the daughter of the Minister of Rites. She was appointed by the emperor to be the Second Consort of the War King, Jiang Wuwang.

"It's... Concubine Su."

Song Wanwan deliberately dragged out her tone and emphasized the word "side". Seeing Su Muxue's face change instantly, she smiled and said, "Is Second Consort Su going to teach me the rules now? Second Consort Su really knows the rules."

As soon as she said this, Su Muxue's face froze instantly.

The second consort was teaching the princess the rules? This was not "do not know the rules". This was the opposite of nature.

"Where did Song Wanwan learn to be so eccentric?"

"Xiaoqing, tell me, how should I learn the rules from Second Consort Su?" Song Wanwan asked with a smile.

Xiaoqing was very helpful. She raised her small face and said directly, "Your Highness, only Your Highness has taught the Second Consort the rules. There has never been a reason for a Second Consort to teach you the rules. This is a violation of the rules and disregard of respect."

"So that's what happened?"

After saying that, Song Wanwan's face darkened instantly. "So the daughter that the Minister of Rites, Mr. Su, handed over turned out to be something that doesn't care about status or status?"

Su Muxue's face immediately turned red. "You... How dare you scold me?!"

"Did I say something wrong?" Song Wanwan raised her chin to look at her. "When I first entered the estate, you didn't pay your respects and instead spoke rudely. Isn't this not equal to the status of respect and respect? Isn't this a violation of the rules?"

"You...!" Su Muxue was furious. When she saw Jiang Wuwang, who was pushed over by the guards in a wheelchair not far away, she immediately changed her expression and pretended to be weak and pitiful.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, I don't want to live anymore. Sister Princess, you've gone too far. You humiliated me as soon as you entered the prince's mansion. Sob, sob..."

Song Wanwan looked over and was stunned the moment she saw Jiang Wuwang.

"Oh my god, there is such a handsome man. He is a thousand times more handsome than the celebrities who rely on their faces to make a living in the modern times!"

His face was handsome and his outline was smooth. His facial features were perfect as if they had been carved out by God. Under his sword-shaped eyebrows, his deep eyes seemed to hide endless depth, which was daunting.

The most important thing was his aura. Even though he was sitting in a wheelchair, he still carried an innate noble aura and domineering aura. Just a simple glance was enough to make one suffocate.

"Oh my god, is this her husband?"

While Song Wanwan was staring at Jiang Wuwang, her cold eyes fell on her face.

He opened his thin lips slightly and said coldly, "You are indeed too much. You deserve to be punished!"