Married to the Villainous, Yandere Imperial Uncle

Ning Wanwan felt her eyes ache and dry, unable to shed tears as a remnant soul. She embraced Si Zhan’s neck, resting her head on his shoulder, watching the rebel army surge into the hall. She nodded, saying, “Good, I’ll wait for you. When alive, I was blind and married Si Yi. After death, Ning Wanwan will only be your ghost.”

“Wanwan, we have come.”

Black blood gushed from Si Zhan’s lips, dripping onto the memorial tablet in his hand. He laughed while wiping the blood-stained characters “Ning Clan.” His face grew paler, almost transparent, and his breath weakened.

Ning Wanwan’s heart felt crushed. The moment Si Zhan fell holding her memorial tablet, her remnant soul dissipated into nothingness.

*

So hot! Ning Wanwan felt her body scorched, her head swollen, ears buzzing, and limbs painfully uncomfortable.

A cool sensation appeared on her forehead, relieving some heat. She heard someone say, “Madam, please don’t worry.”

“The young lady’s fever seems to be breaking.”

Was that Mama Chang’s voice?

Immediately after, she heard her grandmother’s long-missed tone.

“Mm, the fever is subsiding. Did you collect all the medicines the imperial physician prescribed?”

“They were collected long ago and are being decocted in the small kitchen.”

What were they talking about?

Ning Wanwan finally opened her heavy eyelids and saw her grandmother looking at her lovingly, her old eyes brimming with tears.

“…Grandmother?” Ning Wanwan called out with cracked lips, surprised.

A tear dropped. “Ah,” Old Lady Ning choked, tightening her grip on Ning Wanwan’s hand. “You little thing, you’ve finally awakened.”

Mama Chang wept with joy beside her: “Young Miss, you’re finally awake. You nearly scared the old madam to death.”

Feeling a sense of déjà vu, Ning Wanwan gently turned her head, observing the surroundings: a purple sandalwood carved hundred-child six-pillar bed, a rosewood cabinet, a hundred-treasure inlaid flower-and-bird screen, a lotus-like folding mirror stand, and a Buddha’s kitchen incense burner with an enshrined Guanyin.

This was… Suyu Hall, her grandmother’s bedroom.

Ning Wanwan suddenly sat up, startling Old Lady Ning and Mama Chang.

Ning Wanwan pressed her hand on Old Lady Ning’s, anxiously asking, “What’s wrong?”

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