His Sweet Wife Takes Her Spirit-Spring Space to Tell Fortunes, and Her Reserved Officer Dotes on Her

[Period drama + Metaphysics + Spiritual Spring in a Pocket Dimension + Ghost Marriage + Face-Slapping and Revenge on Villains + Strong Hero and Heroine + Marriage Before Love]

Shen Zhihua, a metaphysics expert from the 21st century, foresaw a calamity in her future but never guessed she’d work herself to death. She transmigrates to 1967, into the body of a 16-year-old orphan who has just died.

Things get even crazier from the start: dressed in a bright red wedding gown, she’s shoved into a flimsy coffin to be ghost-married to the village chief’s “idiot son,” who just died!

Her bloodsucking uncle and aunt happily pocket the 20 yuan they got for selling her, while the villagers look on in numb silence.

The moment the coffin lid closes, the [Merit Spiritual Spring Pocket Dimension] awakens. It holds thousands of acres of fertile land, countless supplies, and a [Book of Karma] that can reveal the secrets of fate!

She gives a cold laugh and rises from the dead!

“Auspicious wedding day, but the bride sits up: a dire omen! The village chief’s family will suffer a bloody disaster within three days!”

Before she can finish speaking, the “groom” at the other end of the coffin, Lu Jianshen, a taciturn, burly veteran pronounced dead, suddenly opens his eyes and stares at her, radiating murderous energy.

One sees a golden aura of merit around the other; the other sees someone who always has everything under control.

From then on, the village has a “ghost bride” no one dares to provoke.

Her uncle and aunt cause trouble? She uses the [Book of Karma] to broadcast all their dirty deeds, humiliating them in public.

Natural disasters and calamities? She “invokes the gods” at midnight to identify auspicious ground, then leads the whole village to safety.

Meanwhile, the burly man who faked his death works harder than anyone else in the village by day. At night, he secretly labors away in her pocket dimension, quietly cutting off every rotten romantic prospect she has.

Much later, Lu Jianshen pulls her into his arms and asks in a low voice, “Wife, can you tell what my fate is missing?”

Shen Zhihua makes a calculation, her expression blank. “Me!”