>I inherited an old Jiangnan mansion, along with a rulebook and a handsome husband.
>The first rule: Always trust your husband.
>But when I discovered that my husband was the spirit of the mansion and every antique inside concealed a rule that devoured people, I tore up the clause about trust.
>He gripped my throat and laughed softly. “Thinking of breaking the contract, darling? Then we'll become collectibles together.”
>Later, holding the remnants of the family genealogy, I sneered. “A hundred years ago, you used the rules to trap him to death. Today, I'll use the rules to set him free.”
>“And the price?” He kissed the blood from my fingertips. “You'll pay with every lifetime to come.”
