Aren't You Dead? !

In the spring of the second year of Jingming Dynasty, Jiang Huanchun's assassination mission failed. When she fled Chang'an in a desperate attempt, she looked back on Tinglan Slope. Under the paper money scattered everywhere, the funeral ceremony held for her was slowly leaving Chang'an, and the sound of crying was loud. In the long pavilion not far away, there are four gentlemen, wearing rich clothes and jade crowns, which shows their wealth. The leader was eight feet long, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. His face was stern, and he could not hide his unruly attitude. The people next to him smiled flatteringly at him and said: "Little Marquis, God's way is reincarnation. In the end, Jiang Nu lost to you and died with hatred. Let's celebrate tonight." As soon as he finished speaking, the young Marquis curled his lips and smiled. He slowly looked at the person who spoke, with a cold smile. Under the horrified gazes of everyone, he suddenly kicked her to the ground with a gloomy and angry expression. Jiang Huanchun only sneered when he saw this, and thought to himself: I hope the gods and Buddhas will protect her and prevent her from entering Chang'an again, let alone Qin Zhao's disgusting face! Who knew, two years later, it would be a slap in the face. Not only did she re-enter Chang'an, she also accidentally became a cousin who had admired Qin Zhao for a long time and was arranged to live in the house by the Qin family's elders to cultivate their relationship! On the first day after entering the mansion, Qin Zhao was nowhere to be found. Qin's mother called her servants to inquire about Qin Zhao's whereabouts. The servants replied tremblingly: "I went to offer incense to the deceased second lady of the Jiang family again." After hearing this, Mother Jiang couldn't help but sigh: "What a bad fate!" Jiang Huanchun: "???" So disgusting, right? *** A cousin came to Qingzhou. Qin Zhao was in a hurry to visit her grave and only glanced at her from a distance. Wearing a green robe, with a jade hairpin stuck on her temples, she bowed slightly when she saw him, and softly called out: "Cousin." Qin Zhao frowned, feeling unhappy in his heart. There was no other reason. He could not clearly see his cousin's face through the screen, but Qin Zhao felt that he had seen her before inexplicably—— He was very much like an old friend whom he could never forget, and the grass on his grave was already two meters high. * [I asked why it looked like an old friend, but it turned out that the old friend was not dead! ! Saved on September 16, 2025, screenshot as evidence Purpose: Cherish life