Five years after her death, she awoke on the dragon bed.

Chapter 1. Five years after her death, she awoke on the dragon bed...

"Suya, don't be afraid, I'll save you!" Xie Zhijie called out.

"But if you save me, Suyi will fall into the sea of ​​fire..." Lou Suya sobbed uncontrollably.

When Lou Suying saw the flicker in Xie Zhijie's eyes, she knew he had abandoned her again. Sure enough, Xie Zhijie's voice came: "Suying, I'm sorry!"

Lou Suyi's eyes were dry, and she was not surprised that he had abandoned her again.

She was tied around the waist in mid-air, but her hands were free. She took out a dagger hidden in her sleeve and resolutely cut the ropes.

"My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of others," she declared, refusing to give anyone the chance to betray her. Even in death, she preferred to die by her own hand!

The moment the rope was cut, she fell uncontrollably into the raging fire below the city wall.

The wind howled, the heatwave swept in, and her short and barren life came to an end.

As she fell, she met Xie Zhijie's sorrowful eyes.

Why pretend to be so affectionate?

The year she pursued him, he was clearly moved by her, and she thought she had a chance to marry him. Little did she know that he was having an affair with Lou Suya behind her back.

When she saw him passionately kissing Lou Suya, she had completely given up on him.

Whether it was a hallucination or not, in the instant she fell into the fire, she seemed to hear Qi Yan shouting at the top of his lungs, "Su Yi!!"

She tried to open her eyes to see if Qi Yan had arrived, but instead fell into endless darkness...

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After an unknown amount of time, Lou Suyi suddenly opened her eyes and gasped for breath.

Strangely, she did not experience the pain that comes with being burned.

While she was still confused, a man's large hand suddenly reached out and rested on her chest.

She gasped and turned to look at the man's face.

The man had high-set brows, thin, crimson lips, and handsome features. His eyes were closed, and his long, curled, dark blue eyelashes cast shadows.

This person was none other than the Third Prince, Murong, who had once saved his life.

How did Murong suddenly end up in her bed?

Just as she was feeling confused, Murong's unruly hand suddenly pinched her... Her expression changed, and in a swift movement, she pinned the unruly man beneath her and grabbed his neck—

Murong felt short of breath and realized something was wrong.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar girl riding on top of him, and she was brazenly grabbing his neck.

"Lou Suying?" Murong thought he was dreaming, but the cold touch of the girl's fingers on his neck felt so real.

"How did Your Highness end up in my bed?!" Lou Suyi demanded, increasing the pressure on her hands. "And you even dared to take liberties with me..."

Before she could finish speaking, the man flipped over and easily grabbed both of her hands, raising them above her head, causing her well-developed breasts to stand out high and be exposed to his gaze, creating an extremely ambiguous scene.

Her face flushed crimson, a mixture of shame and anger in her eyes: "W-what are you going to do?!"

Murong gripped her chin tightly, looking her up and down.

As if he felt he couldn't see clearly, his handsome face kept getting closer to hers, his warm breath brushing against her lips, giving her goosebumps.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my bed?!" Murong's long, slender fingers rubbed heavily against Lou Suyi's lips.

Despite not carrying any erotic connotations, this man was so sexy that Lou Suyi felt a chill run down her spine. It seemed as if he could devour her with just a glance.

No, he just referred to himself as "朕" (the imperial "I")?
Her mind suddenly went blank, and she belatedly realized that the man in front of her had lost his youthful naiveté and instead possessed a unique charm that belonged to a mature man.

His half-open Taoist robe partially concealed his well-defined, smooth chest muscles, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long, powerful legs, making him resemble a wild beast ready to go into heat at any moment...

This wasn't the Third Prince she knew. She blurted out, "How old are you?"

Murong Zheng was sizing up the woman beneath him when he calmly said, "Is it any of your business to ask about my age?"

"How old are you?" Lou Suyi asked anxiously as his hands were held by him.

Murong remained silent for a moment, then slightly parted his thin lips: "Twenty-two."

Upon hearing this, Lou Suyi's vision went completely black.

Impossible. Murong was only seventeen years old when she fell into the fire. Could it be that she had been dead for five years in the blink of an eye?

But she clearly fell into a sea of ​​fire, how could she possibly survive under those circumstances?