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Meng Liu was awakened by a bucket of ice water. As soon as she opened her eyes, a wave of dizziness hit her, and she slumped to the ground, hearing a man's cold voice nearby.
"What kind of good intentions is a murderer like you pretending to have here? It's truly disgusting!"
Meng Liu raised her eyes to look at the source of the voice. First, she saw a dark robe embroidered with intricate patterns, then a waist belt adorned with jewels, and finally, a handsome face crowned with a golden tiara. He had long eyebrows that met his hairline, a straight nose, and thin lips—a face that seemed devoid of warmth.
"Did you see her last night in the back garden with someone else?!" The man kicked a servant dressed in shabby clothes down to the ground beside him. The servant timidly glanced at her and immediately began to kowtow on the ground.
"Yes, yes! It was her! I wouldn't dare fabricate anything about Madam!"
The man's gaze sharpened instantly, and Meng Liu trembled under his stare. It was autumn night; the mourning hall was well-ventilated, and the ice water had thoroughly chilled her.
In her mind, the system calmly began to explain the world background. She wasn't sure if it was due to an upgrade, but this time it was no longer just dry text; in the blink of an eye, the world’s plot unfolded before her as if she had truly participated in it, all from her perspective, while the man before her had only spoken one sentence.
"Arrest her—" The man's voice paused for a moment before issuing his command, "Examine her!"
"Absolutely not!" A woman dressed in plain clothes suddenly appeared from somewhere. Her delicate face was streaked with tears as she stumbled toward the man, who quickly steadied her.
The man's demeanor toward this woman was completely different from how he treated Meng Liu; his brows softened instantly. He removed his fox fur cloak and draped it over her shoulders, looking at her with eyes full of tenderness. "How did you come out? It's cold outside. You just fainted from crying; be careful not to catch a chill."
Meng Liu couldn't help but sneer inwardly. This time, the system's task was significantly more challenging than before. The man before her was named Song Yuan, the younger brother of her husband Song An. The woman beside him was Song An's first concubine, a true lady of high status named Liu Nian Nian.
Meng Liu looked up at the pure black coffin not far away; inside lay her husband—Song An—who had been married to her for only two days.
"She is after all Brother An's legitimate wife and holds a noble status; examining her would tarnish a woman's reputation..." Liu Nian Nian's words were cut off by Song Yuan's interruption. He wore a gloomy expression as he looked at Meng Liu's pale face after being splashed with ice water.
"Reputation? Does someone like her care about such things?" Song Yuan's gaze toward Meng Liu was venomous, filled with blatant hatred. "If she shamelessly consorted with another man and caused my brother's death, even if she were a princess, I would demand her life!"
Meng Liu's character this time was that of a weak and timid little princess who was not well-loved by her father and whose mother had passed away early. Knowing that she was gentle-natured, her mother had arranged for her to marry into the Song family’s eldest son in hopes of providing Meng Liu with a stable life. However, unexpectedly, just three days after marrying, Song An died suddenly.
"Nian Nian, please stop persuading me. I must investigate my brother's death thoroughly; otherwise..." Song Yuan looked up at the dark coffin in the mourning hall, sorrow evident in his eyes. "Otherwise, I would have wasted all these years of my brother’s care and guidance!"
Ignoring everyone’s objections, Song Yuan grabbed Meng Liu by the wrist and pulled her toward a room. A waiting maid at the door looked terrified upon seeing them approach. "Second Young Master, this... this really isn't appropriate! Madam is a noble lady; how can we examine her?"
Song Yuan's eyes were filled with rage as he tightened his grip on Meng Liu's wrist until it felt like he might crush it. "If you can't examine her, then get lost!"
The maid and other servants hurriedly lowered their heads and fled. At that moment, only Song Yuan and Meng Liu remained at the door. Meng Liu had fully embraced this new identity; tears shimmered in her watery peach blossom eyes as she trembled slightly when speaking: "What do you want from me... I'm your sister-in-law!"
Song Yuan snorted coldly as he looked down at her with amusement in his voice: "Sister-in-law? Just because of you? They don't dare examine you; do you think everything will be fine? They don't dare—I do!!"
"You!" Before Meng Liu could finish speaking, Song Yuan dragged her into the room by her wrist. This was Meng Liu's bedroom; usually no one could enter except for her personal maid—not even Song An himself.
Song Yuan had earned military merit on the battlefield and possessed great strength. Despite Meng Liu's desperate struggles, she couldn't break free even an inch; she glared at him with flushed cheeks while he seemed oblivious to it all as he roughly tossed her onto the bed.
"Undress."
Song Yuan spat out a word, and Meng Liu could hardly believe her ears. After all, she was a princess of the current dynasty; how dare he humiliate her like this!
"You are outrageous!!" Meng Liu's voice trembled with a hint of tears. It seemed like a very intimidating curse, but the quivering tone and reddened eyes revealed her fear.
"Outrageous?" Song Yuan's dark eyes glimmered with barely concealed anger. "Since you won't take it off yourself, then I'll do it myself!!"
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