On the Night of My Burial, My Mad Half-Brother Hid Me Away

[Resilient, World-Weary Beauty × Cold on the Outside, Unhinged Aristocratic Heir]

From the day she was born, Pei Youwei was a pawn her clan used to curry favor with the powerful. Everything she learned, from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting to singing, dancing, archery, and riding, was meant to win the favor of nobles.

Later, she married into the Langya Wang clan to bring good fortune to the Third Young Master.

Rumor had it that the groom was ugly and cruel, crippled and perverse. But when her veil was lifted, she saw a gentle, jade-like face. “I’m sorry you have to go through this.”

The Third Young Master treated her with endless tenderness and care, and she couldn’t help dreaming of spending her life with him.

Half a year later, the Third Young Master suddenly died of illness. Despairing, she wanted to die with him, and let her clan nail her into a golden coffin to be buried alongside him.

But fate had other plans. She wanted to die, yet she couldn’t. Three days after her death, she climbed out of the coffin.

“Husband, why don’t you want me?”

In a daze, she thought she saw her husband come back to life, so she clung to the man and refused to let go.

Huan of Langya Wang was pure as jade and steadfast as a pine, without equal in the world. Noble ladies from the great clans who admired him were as plentiful as fish crossing a river.

By the rules of rank, Pei Youwei should call him her elder brother by the same father. This elder brother was as beautiful as an immortal, and, by an extraordinary coincidence, looked remarkably like her late husband.

That face bewitched her with ease.