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Fan Changyu was probably the first bride in history who had to slaughter pigs and prepare braised meat on the morning of her own wedding. She butchered the pig she had sold off earlier, then turned the leftover pig's head and cooking water into braised cuts. Combined with the other two pigs, she managed to fill two full pots by the time she was done. The aunts who had come to help leaned in over the steam and said it smelled wonderful. It was nearly noon before Aunt Zhao shooed her back to her room to change into her wedding clothes and put on her face. She also asked Aunt Zhao about the local customs. Apparently there were two ways a man could marry into the bride's family. The first: the groom arrives by sedan chair, carried in -- what people called "carrying the groom's head." The second: no different from an ordinary wedding, where the groom stays at the bride's home the night before and the bride processes out along the flower bridge and back, as thou...

Fan Changyu spoke quickly. "It would be a fake marriage." She laid out the plan clearly: "After you marry into my family, you claim you did it to protect the property my parents left behind. I still have some money. Once the assets are transferred, I'll use it to find the best doctor in town and get you proper medicine. When you've recovered, you're free to stay or go. Your choice." Xie Zheng raised his eyes. The coolness in them sharpened. "You're not afraid that once I leave, your uncle comes back for the property?" "After the transfer, whatever he does won't touch me. And if you've already gone, I'll just say you had urgent business far away. No one will know any different." Xie Zheng said, with no particular inflection: "You've thought this through." Fan Changyu couldn't tell if he meant it as a compliment or not. "So... what do you think?" "Let me think about it." His ga...

After Wang Butou left, Fan Changyu sat in the wrecked house with her sister Changning, Carpenter Zhao, and his wife. No one spoke for a long time. Finally, Aunt Zhao broke the silence: "Finding a live-in husband... how easy can that be? My whole life, I've only ever heard of a wealthy man's only daughter doing such a thing. Who from a poor family would agree to marry backwards into another?" Fan Changyu said nothing. Wang Butou's solution was simple: find a husband willing to move into her household. That way, even if her father's brother produced a son, the family land would remain hers. But since the Song family had broken off the engagement and her reputation as a Lone Star had spread through town, marriage itself had become difficult -- let alone finding a man willing to give up his own surname and move in. The matchmakers she had consulted knew her situation well. None of them thought a live-in arrangement was even worth attempting. After all, a man w...

After the Golden Chrysanthemum Banquet, the gossip flowing through Dingjing City's streets finally settled on two names. Xie Jingxing, the illegitimate young lord of Lin'an Marquis Manor, had dismantled his two half-brothers in full view of the banquet grounds. The manner was arrogant, even reckless. But the precision behind every move left no room for doubt. The title carved out on the battlefield, Jade-Faced Shura, had not been gifted. It had been earned. The other name was Shen Miaole. Once dismissed as a pretty fool with nothing behind her eyes. Something had shifted in her. Whether it was a change of heart or old blood finally waking in her veins, the girl who had once swallowed every humiliation without a word now carried herself like someone who had stopped counting the cost of a fight. Even her confrontation with Cai Lin had shown it. A stillness that was more unsettling than any outburst. The young men and women of her circle had quietly recalibrated their opinions....

Inside the illusion, Xijiu Ge had been certain the mysterious voice was a provocation, a trap. Her divine consciousness, she told herself, had never truly reached the demon world. Her brothers, teachers, friends — none of them could deceive her. But once she stepped out of that illusion, doubt began its quiet work. Had it been real? She tried to let it go. The illusion was broken. Everyone was safe. Was that not enough? But suspicion, once rooted, does not uproot cleanly. She knew that. She had always known that. And still, the seeds were in her now, and the past she wanted to return to was already sealed off. The thought gnawed at her through the night until she could no longer lie still. She left her chambers and came out to let the sea wind clear her head. She stood at the corridor railing, staring out at the dark waves below, still turning over the words the fantasy world had given her. If she truly wanted to settle this, she could go to the demon world herself. In the illusion...