Inside Mingxin Hall, Xiao Rong'er was preparing to collect Meng Qianqian's corpse.
Whether or not Shang Wuyou could be saved, this woman was absolutely not leaving alive.
She intended to send her corpse to the Crown Prince Mansion, so they could see clearly what kind of fate their chosen Phoenix Girl had met.
But unexpectedly, just as the straw mat was being readied, Meng Qianqian walked out from the backyard.
She stood straight and tall, her slender figure like pine and bamboo, appearing in the golden morning light like a phoenix reborn from the ashes.
Xiao Rong'er suddenly experienced a moment of daze, a long-forgotten name flashing across her mind: Zhongli Yuan...
She instinctively stood up, staring at the figure in disbelief.
For a split second, she thought she was dreaming.
It wasn't until Meng Qianqian's face came into focus that she snapped back to reality.
"This damned girl... isn't dead!"
How could this be?