A spoiled, calculating heiress × a nurturing second male lead who plays the qin, rises to the top, and serves up delicious sweet-and-bitter romance
After I died, I heard the ghost official complain that my offerings tasted awful.
The date cakes were hard enough to smash a ghost! The dried apples looked like an old woman’s face!
Then I saw Pei Yan kneeling before my memorial, burning all 365 sugar figurines.
Flames licked at his hands, raw and down to the bone. Fluorescent words appeared on the sugar wrappers:
Sweet Tea, come home.
Reborn at the scene of my poisoning, I grabbed my scheming cousin by the wrist:
The bitter-almond scent on your hairpin... Did you think the King of Hell had a stuffy nose?
Then I threw myself into the arms of the qin player, bumping into him three times in a row: You were the little beggar from that snowy night five years ago. Where’s your sugar bowl?
To destroy the scumbag’s rebel forces, I smiled and accepted the heir’s marriage proposal.
But on the wedding day, it was Pei Yan sitting in the bridal sedan, biting through a sugar figurine.
The instant the bridal veil was lifted, Xiao Lin’s eyes bulged with fury. “Why is it you?”
I looped my pipa strings around his throat. “Your heart is what’s filthy!”
