I Forced a Marriage to Save My Family, But He Played Me and Turned Me Into His Darling

[Both reborn + punishing scumbags + sweet romance + obsessive love + secret crush + powerful official + mutual devotion + Buddhist devotee] He bowed his way a hundred miles, climbed a thousand stone steps, and prayed only for my Buddha to keep you safe and well. She was a daughter of an eminent family. In her previous life, she married a gentle and refined scholar who had won the top honors in the imperial examinations and was praised by all. But that supposed haven of tenderness was really a grave that claimed her life. Five years of devotion ended with her coughing up blood and dying; the family that had supported her was brought to ruin. In her final moments, in a dilapidated estate on the outskirts, a limping man burst in, dusty from the road, but arrived too late. Broken prayer beads rolled through the blood she had spat out... Reborn, she carefully planned every step and chose her own husband, all to save her family. But after forcing herself to marry an obsessive powerful official, she discovered that he had planned it all along, and she was the one who had walked straight into his trap. The obsessive powerful official: Born into the filthy Imperial City Directorate, with blood on his hands, he had no place entering the sanctity of a Buddhist temple. Yet he rolled the prayer beads between his fingers and recited the Heart Sutra a thousand times, never once asking for anything for himself. I will brave the snow in search of spring and burn lamps to extend the day. I would gladly spend all the years of my next life to win her a lifetime of peace and ease, with a house full of children and grandchildren. Moonlit night, gentle breeze, early summer. Bedchamber, gauze curtains, candlelight, blown out. Sneaking in, quietly, stealing a kiss, gone in an instant. She opened her eyes and grabbed the man's panicked hand. “You kiss me and then run?” She rose and gently held the trembling man who wanted to flee. “Si Xingkuang, what do you really feel for me?” Si Xingkuang gritted his teeth, flustered. After all, as a longtime undercover agent, he had never been caught before. Now it wasn't ropes, traps, or a secret chamber holding him captive. It was a warm embrace and a tenderness he couldn't escape. Even if it was a trap, even if it was an abyss, he would gladly sink into it.