Feng Zhilan is dead. Dead for a full hundred years.
She has done nothing in the past hundred years, just wandering around watching the excitement - watching the changes of dynasties, watching the fights in the houses, and the medical clinics saving people. By the way, she treats the underworld as her own backyard, eating melon seeds and chatting with the King of Hell, and teaming up with Black and White Wuchang to eat melons.
It was not easy to find a man that suited my liking - Li Hanyuan, the regent of Daliang. He was handsome, with a good figure and a strong aura, but he had a bad temper.
She was about to start the posting mode, but this man poured cold water on her every day: "The theory of ghosts is ridiculous."
OK. Then she would possess a prime minister's daughter and show him.
Who would have thought that he would be forced to marry the regent as soon as he possessed her?
Feng Zhilan: Wait, I'm not ready yet!
Li Hanyuan: Didn't you say you wanted to post stickers? Stick.
