The Grand Secretary has no heir? His concubine gives birth to triplets.

Even though half of the blade had cut through the flesh of his palm, Pei Yan seemed not to feel any pain.

With his other free hand, he snatched the knife hilt from behind without any fancy moves.

"Pfft—"

The assassin's throat was instantly severed, and warm blood splattered on his pale, handsome face.

He didn't even blink, like a bloodthirsty beast, sending chills down one's spine.

Upon seeing this, Xiao San was so overjoyed he almost burst into tears: "Prime Minister! You're awake!"

He excitedly stepped forward to help him up.

However, the next moment, Pei Yan raised his long leg and kicked Xiao San's knee without any mercy!

The kick was extremely powerful, and it took Xiao San a long time to recover from the pain.

Pei Yan looked down at him with disdain.

His dark, narrow phoenix eyes no longer held the deep, strategic mind they once possessed, but instead displayed a chilling indifference and defensiveness.

The remaining assassins were quickly wiped out by the rest of the elite guards.

Despite the excruciating pain, Xiao San struggled to his feet. "My lord, I am Xiao San. You..."

"Where is Shun Shun?" Pei Yan interrupted him coldly, his hoarse voice revealing a morbid stubbornness.

Xiao San was stunned.

When the Prime Minister woke up, he didn't ask whether they had captured the assassins here or had any leverage over the Prince of Chen; he only asked about his wife.

"Your Excellency, the lady is currently at Shichahai."

Xiao San subconsciously swallowed.

"For some reason, your body has awakened prematurely. Let's hurry back to the Prime Minister's residence and have Doctor Xin take a look..."

Before he could finish speaking, a blood-dripping goose-feather knife was placed against his neck.

Pei Yan tilted his head slightly, a violent undercurrent surging in his eyes. "Take me there."

His tone suggested that if Xiao San dared to utter even half a word of dissent, his head would be chopped off immediately.

Xiao San's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

The prime minister before him was completely different from the prime minister he knew!

Like a ferocious beast that has just broken free of its cage and desperately needs a mate to comfort it.

Moreover, they have no memory of it.

That's right. His soul hasn't returned yet, and there's only a wisp of "spirit" in his body, so of course he won't have any memories.

But the Prime Minister remembers his wife!

Xiao San dared not disobey and reluctantly escorted him onto the carriage.

A cold wind swirled withered leaves, lashing against the carriage.

The carriage sped towards Shichahai. Although it was a good thing that Pei Yan had woken up, the atmosphere inside the carriage was so low it was suffocating.

Xiao San sat in the corner and gave a brief report on Pei Yan's identity, the events that had occurred in recent days, especially his soul transfer, Prince Chen's visit, and the Fourth Prince's betrayal.

Pei Yan leaned against the carriage wall, his brows furrowed, showing no interest in these court intrigues or family betrayals.

He grasped only one key point: "Shunshun, is she my wife?"

A hint of pure joy appeared in his eyes.

Xiao San carefully considered his answer before replying, "To be precise, the lady is still a concubine."

"Because of a change in your body, your soul has been infused into a small doll, so this matter has been temporarily put on hold..."

Pei Yan paused for half a second, seemingly struggling to understand the meaning of these words.

Then, a strong sense of hostility appeared in his eyes.

A cold, extremely contemptuous sneer curled at the corner of his lips: "Useless thing."

Xiao San's heart suddenly trembled. Who was the Prime Minister cursing?

Is he criticizing the ruthless guards for their incompetence, or is he criticizing his own soul trapped in a puppet?!

Pei Yan irritably ripped open his shirt, revealing the bulging veins on his neck.

"Was that thing really filled with...me? What a piece of trash!"

"Bring me paper and pen," Pei Yan said sternly.

The carriage always kept writing materials in a hidden compartment, and Xiao San quickly spread out the Xuan paper.

Pei Yan dipped his brush in ink and wrote with great flourish.

Xiao San glanced at it and saw that the words "Letter to Our Ancestors" were written in large characters.

[Murong Shunshun is my chosen wife. I respectfully inform all ancestors that they bless my marriage with harmony and a long and happy life together! Anyone in the clan who dares to disobey this will be expelled from the family!]

Xiao San was sweating profusely, but he pretended to be calm on the surface while his heart was in turmoil.

The "spirit" within the Prime Minister's body was utterly domineering and tyrannical, utterly reckless.

In the past, a prime minister who would calculate three steps ahead for every step he took would never have written such a crude and straightforward "Letter to the Ancestors".

After Pei Yan finished writing, he threw down the brush and said, "Send someone to deliver this to my grandmother."

Xiao San's face was full of bitterness.

If we really send it over, wouldn't the old lady faint from anger?

But he had no choice but to do as he was told, drying the letter, folding it up, and handing it to Xiao Shijiu outside the carriage.

The person in front of me looks even more frightening than before.

In the current situation, has the Prime Minister split into two?

First of all, he woke up too early, which didn't match the time that Young Master Liu had mentioned.

Secondly, the Prime Minister looked at him with complete unfamiliarity, as if he didn't recognize him at all, and it was as if he didn't remember anyone or anything except his wife.

Thirdly, his aura of violence and killing intent was so strong that it was impossible to suppress.

Xiao San kept his eyes downcast and dared not send any of his guards to inform the lady in front of such a powerful figure.

All I could do was pray desperately in my heart:

Xiao Ershi, you're usually the most clever one. I hope you've already noticed the problem and gone to inform the lady!

……

On a cruise ship on Shichahai Lake.

The bloodshed had just subsided.

Xuan Su Zhenren stood amidst the chaos, playing with the silk doll in her hand with great interest.

He pinched the doll's arm, clicking his tongue in amazement.

Then, he stretched out his fingertip and curiously poked the little doll's belly.

"Wonderful! This soul-soliciting formation is engraved in the warp and weft threads. This is the first time I've ever seen such a formation."

The little doll was stiff all over at this moment. If it could emit black mist, it would definitely be filled with black mist.

How annoying! Fine, look if you want, but why are you touching me?!

He suppressed his anger, struggled to turn over, and stretched out his short cloth arms, trying to burrow into Murong Shunshun's arms.

Seeing his embarrassment, Shun Shun quickly reached out to take his hand, "Master, the Prime Minister... he has a bad temper, please be gentle."

"Hey, it can even move on its own?" Master Xuansu's eyes lit up, and he picked up the puppet.

Well, that's great. Not only Xuan Su Zhenren, but also Aluojia, Liu Dieyi, and even Lu Yunzheng all came over with great interest.

"This little thing can actually move?"

Lu Yunzheng poked the little doll's leg with the hilt of his sword, his tone a mix of surprise and smugness.

"Come on, Prime Minister, give me a kick!"

"Lu Yunzheng, if you don't want those claws anymore, I was thinking of chopping them off for you right now!"

The little doll, unable to bear it any longer, let out an angry, childlike voice.

The air fell into a deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Yunzheng puffed out his cheeks, pressed his fist against his lips, and shook his shoulders wildly, desperately trying to hide the corners of his mouth that were about to fly to the sky.

Liu Dieyi's dark eyes widened slightly.

"Master, can you make these kinds of dolls? I'd like to have one too."

Aloga raised an eyebrow, looking at the little doll with amazement.

"Goodness gracious, that's incredible! He can even swear!"

"But I can't do that; it's a forbidden Taoist technique."

Master Xuansu nodded and bowed his head to explain to him.

The Grand Secretary, the most famous and powerful minister of the Great Chu, actually uttered a childish voice like that of a three-year-old!

The little doll Pei Yan experienced the most embarrassing spectacle of his life, and his face flushed.

Murong Shunshun was caught in the middle, her awkward toes almost digging a three-courtyard space out of the deck.

But seeing the little doll's unfortunate appearance, her heart softened again.

Unable to resist, he reached out and snatched the doll back from the old Taoist priest's hands.

Just now, the little doll felt its soul trembling restlessly, as if it were being pulled by some kind of aura that was of the same origin but extremely frenzied.

He had a bad feeling.

No, we can't wait any longer!

He must return to his physical body as soon as possible!