In the room, Geng Jing and Pan Yucheng stared at Ning Chen in shock.

Even in their dreams, they had wished Ning Chen would come back to life.

But when a man three months dead suddenly appears in front of you, the feeling is half joy and half horror.

So the two of them stood there like blocks of wood, with no idea, for a moment, how to react.

Ning Chen watched them, highly amused.

After a while, Pan Yucheng snapped out of it. He rushed forward and grabbed Ning Chen by both shoulders, his face full of emotion.

But Ning Chen bared his teeth with the pain and irritably knocked his hands away. "Fuck... Easy, will you? You've just about crushed my shoulders."

Pan Yucheng said, "Tell me something only the two of us know."

Ning Chen rolled his eyes. "Fuck, you don't even believe me... Fine. Let me think.

You taught me the Flower Rain Blades. Geng the Purple Coat knows that too.

Also, on your wedding night, you never made it to the bridal chamber, because by the time you went back, Yudie and Nanzhi were both dead drunk."

Pan Yucheng's eyes went red, and his lips trembled with emotion. It was Ning Chen, all right.

Because on his wedding night, it was Ning Chen who had seen him to the door of the bridal chamber.

When he went in, he found that Yudie and Nanzhi had drunk themselves senseless.

In the end Ning Chen took Yudie away, and he spent the whole night looking after Nanzhi and never made it to the bridal chamber.

Only he and Ning Chen knew about it.

Geng Jing's face was full of shock too. "My lord prince, what on earth is going on? How did you come back to life?"

Ning Chen eyed him sideways. "Old Geng, it sounds like you're not very happy I'm alive."

Geng Jing shook his head hastily. "No, no. I'm just too shocked."

Ning Chen thought for a moment. "Actually, I only faked my death."

"Faked it?" Pan Yucheng was puzzled. "But I examined you.…