Zombie Prince, Killer Concubine

After a few days, the steward began to talk back and forth. General Qin had spent a great deal of effort to finally get Madam Qin out of jail.

Of course, the steward would never tell Lin Zhijun how dark General Qin's face was, how poor his attitude towards Madam Qin, and how unpleasant his words were.

After all, he was a loyal servant, and a loyal servant wouldn't let his master be in a bad mood.

Later on, he heard that after General Qin had returned, he had beaten up Madam Qin.

Geez, General Qin was a martial artist, so he prayed that he didn't hit too hard.

The housekeeper silently lit a candle for Madam Qin.

Although the steward had never wanted to make his wife in a bad mood, Lin Zhijun was in a really bad mood.

The current Lin Zhaojun was at a loss. Although he had made up his mind to live a better life than his previous life, he still couldn't find a direction to live.

Lin Zhijun was stunned for a long time. By the side, Zi Yan could no longer hold himself back. Zi Yan greedily looked at the crystal prawns on the table. Hong Xing's cooking skills were getting better and better. She really wanted to eat them!

"Princess, don't just stand there. No matter how much you stare, it won't change the fact that you're about to die."

Zi Yan, can you not be so direct?

Zi Yan couldn't hear Lin Zhaojun's retort. She then heard him say, "Princess, if you don't come soon, I'll help you eliminate the delicious food."

Lin Zhijun, "…"

In Lin Zhaojun's eyes, the purple smoke was a wondrous existence.

Lin Zhijun said, "Ziyan, if I die, will you remember me?" For some reason, Lin Zhaojun was injured today. Maybe she just wanted someone to remember her.

Zi Yan turned around and seriously looked at Lin Zhaojun. "Princess, I can't remember you."

Lin Zhijun, "…"

It was sad to answer so plainly.

Zi Yan continued, "My mother told me to cross the Bridge of Helplessness, drink Grandma Meng's Elixir, and reincarnate after death. By then, we will have a new life. " Zi Yan was very calm.

Lin Zhaojun looked at Zi Yan in astonishment. Since when did this little girl speak in such a manner?

Zi Yan took advantage of Lin Zhaojun's stupefaction to toss a piece of crystal shrimp into her mouth. She smacked her lips and said, "Princess, you don't have to be afraid with Zi Yan accompanying you."

It was only then that Lin Zhaojun remembered that according to the rules of the Heng Huai Empire, after she died, her maidservants would also be buried with her. She couldn't live, and neither could Zi Yan.

"Zi Yan, do you want to die?"

The crystal shrimp in Zi Yan's hand fell onto the table. She laughed out loud, "Princess, your brain must have been crushed by the door today. How could I want to die when I'm alive and well? But when I was destined to die, there was nothing I could do. "

There was nothing he could do, nothing he could do.

No matter how bold she was, and how lawless she was in front of Lin Zhaojun, it wouldn't change the fact that she was going to die with him.

"Zi Yan, I won't let you die with me."

Zi Yan's expression was dejected. "Esteemed wangfei, you know that's impossible. Back then the late Emperor said with his golden lips that the two of us would die with the Second Prince. "

Zi Yan was Lin Zhaojun's maid and was also the second prince's concubine in name. Thus, she was unable to escape that fate.

"No, I definitely won't let you die."

"Why?" Zi Yan's eyes widened. "Princess, it can't be that you've fallen for me, right?"

Lin Zhijun faintly smiled, "Because I think of you as my younger sister."

He probably treated her as his own sister, which was why he kept spoiling her.

He had taken over that person's body. At the very least, he had to do something for her.

Zi Yan blinked her starry eyes and looked at Lin Zhaojun in a very moved manner. "Princess, if you don't want me to be buried alive, you have to stay alive and well."

Lin Zhijun nodded. She, who had always been indifferent to life and death, suddenly had a strong obsession with life.

The night was as tranquil as water. After Lin Zhaojun finished his dinner, he returned to his room to rest.

Thinking back to what had happened last night, Lin Zhaojun felt an indescribable sense of strangeness from the palace at night.

He opened his eyes wide, completely devoid of sleep. After thinking for a while, he called for Zi Yan to sleep with him.

I hope it will be calmer tonight, Lin Zhaojun thought to himself.

In a certain room in the manor, a figure was drawing many strange symbols on a piece of bright yellow silk with a brush. At first glance, it seemed to be some sort of incantation.

If one looked carefully, it was not difficult to notice that this figure was the Blue Fanged Fist that had appeared in the Prince's Mansion during the day.

When the ink dried on the silk, he wrapped it with the silk.

On the floor of the room, he arranged a strange formation of willow branches.

The fire piston in his hand ignited, and he placed it in the center of the formation.

While watching the silk burn, he closed his eyes and concentrated. His lips that were originally tightly closed suddenly moved, but he couldn't hear a single sound.

When the silk completely burnt out, a trace of impatience flashed on Qing Jue's face before it disappeared completely.

That person was no longer the original person. Qing Jue once again did psychological work for him, so there was no need to be soft-hearted.

In Lin Zhaojun's room, the candle on the table had already been burnt out and the flame extinguished.

He heard the sound of regular breathing of purple smoke.

Lin Zhaojun was still not sleepy even though he kept tossing and turning. He also didn't have the heart to wake up the people around him to chat with him, so what else could he say?

Once again, Lin Zhaojun felt a sense of loneliness and loneliness pouncing towards him.

Suddenly, Lin Zhaojun smelled a faintly discernible rotten smell mixed with the smell of earth.

His heart couldn't help but tighten as something approached him.

Lin Zhaojun was trying to recall the layout of the room. He was thinking about where he could get a convenient object to use as a weapon, and what would be more advantageous in attacking from a distance.

Not knowing what it was, Lin Zhaoge did not dare to act rashly. He held his breath, waiting for the object to approach him.

It was unknown if that thing sensed that the person in the room was not asleep, or if it was something like that, but it stopped two zhang away from Lin Zhijun.

Lin Zhaojun held to the principle of "if the enemy does not move, I do not move", and the unknown object did not move on to the next step.

"Kacha kacha …"

Hearing this familiar voice, Lin Zhaojun knew that he wasn't dreaming last night, and all the hair on his body was standing on end.

Was it a human or a ghost?

Lin Zhijun was puzzled.

All of a sudden, Purple Smoke turned over and unconsciously let out a few incoherent words.

The unknown object seemed to be alarmed.

Whoosh …

F * ck, what the hell was that thing moving so fast?

Fortunately, they didn't meet force with force, or else they would have suffered greatly. I just don't know if it'll come back.

It seemed that tonight was destined to be an sleepless night.

Lin Zhaojun reached out to grasp Zi Yan's hand. The temperature of the purple smoke gave Lin Zhaojun a sense of reality; this was not a dream.

It seemed like he shouldn't stay here any longer!

He had to think of a way to leave this place. This was a difficult matter.