Wei Lan transmigrated, and that was bad enough. To make matters worse, her soul had ended up in a bridal chamber. The table was gloomy and looked like it belonged in a funeral hall, with two eerie white candles burning on it. Even more terrifying, three inscribed memorial tablets were set out on the table. No, there were four, but one had no name carved on it yet. Could it be intended for the bride in this body?
Seriously? She was the Ghost King’s fourth bride, and the other three had all been cursed to death. She was a genius professor of toxicology, skilled in both medicine and poison, able to bring the dead back to life and turn white bones into ghosts. With a high-tech research System at her disposal, how could she be so easily cursed to death? What was that? She was supposed to share her husband with other women? No way! Why settle for one crooked tree when an entire forest lay ahead? Just watch her make a dazzling name for herself in this other world.
