The peasant girl has a private space, and her husband is handsome.

It was already midnight when Su Qianqian returned to the capital.

She threw a stone and smashed the head of the seventh prince hanging on the city gate, knowing that the old sorcerer of Nanyue had the ability to bring the dead back to life.

If the Seventh Prince, this great villain, is truly resurrected, it will be a disaster for the people of the capital. It is estimated that the Seventh Prince will retaliate against the people of Daqi even more severely.

So it's safer to just smash your skull open and see if you can still revive yourself from the broken skull.

When Su Qianqian returned home, she found that everyone was still awake and waiting for her.

Seeing that she had returned safely, everyone left with peace of mind, leaving her and Gong Yu alone for a while.

It was too late, and Gong Yu was worried but dared not say it, fearing that saying too much would disturb Su Qianqian's rest.

"Girl, go to sleep early. Tomorrow morning I'll have the main kitchen make your favorite Four Happiness Shaomai."

"Okay, I love you."

Su Qianqian used her straightforward manner from before she transmigrated, making Gong Yu blush and flee as if he were running away.

The Grand Preceptor of Nanyue had two missions: first, to do his best to revive the Seventh Prince.

Secondly, they wanted to kill Su Qianqian to avenge the Seventh Prince, believing that the Emperor of Daqi would not object to killing Su Qianqian.

Two days later, the Grand Preceptor of Nanyue and the Third Prince arrived at the south gate of the capital.

They stood at the foot of the city wall for a long time, only to find that the Seventh Prince's head was not hanging there at all.

The Third Prince solemnly assured him, "It's true. When I left the capital of Great Qi, I personally saw my Seventh Brother's head hanging on the city wall."

Could it be that the Emperor of Qi ordered the removal of the Seventh Brother's head to maintain friendly relations between Qi and Nanyue?

The Third Prince had his men question the city guards, who told them that the Seventh Prince's head had suddenly shattered two nights ago, and most of the fragments could not be recovered.

The Third Prince was secretly delighted. Now, no matter how powerful the Imperial Advisor was, it was useless. He definitely couldn't revive his Seventh Brother because his head was gone.

At the same time, the Third Prince was also quite sad, feeling sorry for himself.

He failed to save his seventh brother's head; when they return to Nan Yue, his father will surely punish him severely.

The only way to remedy this is to kill Miss Su and avenge my seventh brother. This way, his merits and demerits will cancel each other out, and Father should not punish him anymore.

They might be so pleased that they'd immediately bestow upon him the title of Crown Prince.

The third prince set his sights on the imperial advisor.

The Imperial Preceptor exuded an exceptionally chilling aura. What was most terrifying was the small skull hanging from his staff, from which the occasional whimpering of a child could be heard, sending chills down the spines of anyone who approached. Thus, the Third Prince silently took two steps back.

He often lamented why the powerful Imperial Preceptor always dressed like a beggar woman!

The Imperial Preceptor's clothes were tattered beyond recognition, and his ornaments were mostly animal bones and teeth. He looked extremely old, with cloudy eyes, gray hair, and a hunched back.

But it would be a big mistake to underestimate her because of this.

Although the Imperial Advisor is old, his strength is exceptionally terrifying.

She looks like an old woman in her sixties or seventies, but she has actually lived for hundreds of years. Since the founding of the Southern Yue Kingdom, there have been several emperors, but the national advisor has never changed.

Having witnessed Su Qianqian's methods, the Third Prince knew he was no match for her, so the task of eliminating Miss Su could only be entrusted to the Imperial Advisor.

"Your Excellency, when will you perform the ritual to avenge my seventh brother?"

The old shaman explained, "No rush. Women are yin in nature, so the ritual should be performed at night for better results. Ideally, it should be done to kill her in one blow."

The Third Prince was even more relieved after hearing this. The Imperial Advisor, who had lived for hundreds of years, had never met his match, and he was sure he would succeed this time as well.

No matter how capable Miss Su is, she won't live past tonight. It's such a pity that such a beautiful young girl is going to die in the prime of her life.

Even though the Grand Preceptor was the one who killed the person, the credit will definitely go to the prince.

"Very well, then I'll have to trouble you, Grand Preceptor. Please feel free to ask if you need anything, and I will do my best to fulfill your request."

The Third Prince wanted to cultivate a good relationship with the Imperial Advisor, because he would need to rely on this Imperial Advisor when he ascended the throne, and his descendants would also have to rely on this Imperial Advisor.

At noon, under the blazing sun, a guard, his skin tanned dark by the sun, ran up to report: "Third Prince, the Emperor of Great Qi has sent a ceremonial guard to welcome you and the Grand Preceptor to the capital."

The third prince looked at the imperial advisor, seeking his opinion.

The old shaman shook his head: "There's no need to go to the capital. We need to find a place outside the city tonight to perform the ritual, as it's inconvenient to go to the capital."

The Third Prince wanted to go to the capital to enjoy a life of luxury, but the sun outside the city was too strong and hot. However, since the Imperial Advisor was not going, he had no choice but to spend the night in the wilderness with the Imperial Advisor.

"Your Excellency, I have already sent people into the city to purchase ice. Shall we have them set up tents now?"

"No need to pitch a tent, you can sleep in the carriage at night."

After the ritual is completed tonight, she will be at her weakest and unable to protect the Third Prince. Therefore, she needs to set off for Nan Yue immediately after the ritual.

The third prince waited and waited, and finally night fell.

After observing the positions of the stars, the old wizard placed the altar for casting spells by a lake.

On the altar was a small bronze incense burner with two handles, along with cinnabar and several talismans.

Three sticks of incense were lit in the incense burner.

The old shaman first chanted incomprehensible incantations and circled the altar three times, like a shaman performing a ritual. Then he picked up a brush and drew a small figure, writing the figure's birth date and time on it.

The birth date and time belong to Su Qianqian. It was told to him by Minister Luo when the Third Prince came to the capital last time. Minister Luo had previously obtained Su Qianqian's birth date and time from Fang Cheng.

The old wizard pressed a stone onto the talisman, and then finally said something the Third Prince could understand: "Otherworldly soul, return to your own world."

The Third Prince was quite surprised. It turned out that Miss Su, like Murong Yan, was from another world.

He had previously heard the old wizard tell his father that whoever possesses the person from beyond the heavens will possess the world, which is why his father betrothed Murong Yan to his seventh brother. Now that his seventh brother is dead, Murong Yan will soon belong to him.

The third prince smiled with satisfaction.

He saw a large amount of black mist emerge from the skull on the staff, and then it all flew away in wisps. Very good, this black mist will kill people invisibly! It's a pity that the world will soon lose a soul from another world.

Actually, he felt that Su Qianqian, this soul from another world, was much more powerful than Murong Yan, but unfortunately Su Qianqian was too strong and uncontrollable. It would be better if such a person died so that she would no longer pose a threat to Nan Yue.

At that moment, Su Qianqian, who was feeding the golden eagle in the backyard of Gu's Tea House, suddenly felt dizzy. Then her soul floated into the air and saw her body fall under the peach tree in the backyard.

What happened? Her soul left her body!

Are we going back to our original world?