I Borrowed Luck for Ten Years by Drawing Lots. Reborn, I Read Minds and Wiped Out the Marquis's Household

The Marquis's household had a tradition: every year during the Qingming Festival, they would worship at the ancestral hall to “borrow luck.”

Whoever drew the worst lot first would have their “fortune” taken and given to the other two.

In the first year, I drew the worst lot, and my financial fortune was taken.

In the second year, I drew the worst lot again, and my good fortune was taken.

In the tenth year, I drew the worst lot once more, and my longevity was taken. My life came to an end.

Over the past ten years, my elder brother's career had flourished, and he had already risen to the third rank.

My legitimate younger sister had found her true love, fallen for the crown prince at first sight, and was about to marry into the Eastern Palace.

As for me, I had spent those ten years in poverty, dogged by bad luck.

I couldn't understand it. How could anyone draw the worst lot ten years in a row?

After I died, the King of Hell saw that my bad luck wouldn't go away and worried it might wreak havoc in the underworld.

He let me return to the living world to uncover the truth and reclaim my fortune.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back two hours before the drawing began in the tenth year.

The only difference was that in this life, I could read minds!