Introduction: When the ancestral tablet to the Willow Immortal, which had brought the Fu family seven years of wealth and glory, was thrown into the brazier, it let out a piercing screech like a baby crying. I rushed into the fire like a madwoman to snatch it back, and the coals burned the skin off both my hands. My husband, Fu Jingyan, watched coldly, one arm around the young, beautiful governess. His voice was full of disgust. "Shen Ci, what era are we living in, and you're still messing around with this spooky nonsense? The whole house reeks of smoke. No wonder Xiao An doesn't want to be close to you." In that moment, I didn't cry or make a scene. I just watched the tablet turn to ashes, and saw Fu Jingyan's brows suddenly draw together
