My Dowry Was a Dragon Corpse

On the day I married in phoenix coronet and embroidered robes, the whole city envied me for marrying into a wealthy family.

As the bridal sedan passed a mass grave, I suddenly heard knocking from inside a coffin.

Beneath my veil, the corners of my mouth lifted. That was the “dowry” I'd given my elder sister.

After all, the entire groom's family had died suddenly three years ago.

And their ancestral grave needed a fresh “bride to ward off evil.”