Reborn: Hang In There, Princess, and Recite Your Scriptures

[Reborn as a toddler + unreliable childhood sweetheart + slightly eerie flying soul + a madman of a male lead raises his own wife]

Zhao Qingyu made the news. On a typhoon night, she drowned after going out for a few crates of fruit, despite being unable to walk properly.

When she woke up, she had become the two-year-old legitimate granddaughter of a Grand Tutor, blessed with the privilege of recuperating at a royal estate beside a royal temple.

Who gets to recuperate at a royal estate next to a royal temple? There's obviously something going on. Even ghosts wouldn't believe otherwise.

And she was the ghost. Her resentment was so deep that her soul left her body. What kind of ghost was she? Every night, after falling asleep, Zhao Qingyu wandered the temple as a ghost, receiving offerings of incense and listening to Buddhist chants.

She met a young Buddhist who had read the sutras extensively and lectured her with a perfectly serious expression, as well as a boy who hardly ever spoke.

Poor thing. She had never heard him say a word, and there was nobody in this ancient world to talk things through with him. She couldn't just accept the incense offerings here and do nothing in return. She should do some good, keep him company, chat with him, recite sutras, help him find peace, and spread compassion to all living beings.

Amitabha. How benevolent.

A dark-hearted, unhinged prince who only manages to marry his beloved, pampered princess in middle age!

He'll spoil her, spoil her to death. If she doesn't die from it, he'll just keep spoiling her until the end of time.

Both devoted exclusively to each other!!!