After My Brother Threw Me Into a Beggars' Den, I Sacrificed Myself to the Ghost Gods

To force me to give up my engagement to the fake heiress, my older brother locked me in a ruined temple deep in the mountains for seven days. Four or five beggars crawled in through a dog hole and tore my clothes. I cried and begged my brother to open the door and let me escape. But he stood motionless outside, saying coldly, “If you hadn’t come crawling back to claim your place in the family, Yun’er wouldn’t have offered you the man she loves and her engagement. You owe her this!” After seven days, he finally unlocked the temple door and asked if I’d learned my lesson. He’d thought I would stubbornly refuse to give in, but I only silently agreed. “I’ll give up the engagement.” My brother froze for a moment, then softened his voice. “Good. I’m glad you’ve come to your senses. I’ll find you a suitable match in the future.” He didn’t know that, to survive the beggars, I had already made a promise to the mountain’s ghostly god: in seven days, I would marry him.