"Young Marshal has been worshiping Buddha for many years, why can't he even keep a ring bead?"
In the Zen room of Yunqi Temple, Jiang Ruoli clutched the broken agarwood beads and smiled as she approached the eldest marshal of the Huo family who had many soldiers and had cultivated the Qing Dynasty for many years.
But before she could wait for this "living Bodhisattva" to completely break the precepts, the years went back three months.
At the eighteenth birthday party, she was forced by her concubine to bind her breasts and go on a diet. Her fiancé Huo Jingming took his concubine Jiang Yuetang and stepped on her in public into a room full of laughter.
When he opened his eyes again, Jiang Ruoli, a love expert from modern times, took over this dying body.
She cut off the corset, exposed the concubine's plot, burned the marriage certificates of the two families, and trapped the couple in the scandal she had created.
But the mother's death from illness and the old case of his brother's military assets all lead to a web of interests that can kill people.
Jiang Ruoli set her sights on Huo Chenzhou.
Everyone said that the young marshal was not close to women, but she knew that he would pick up hairpins for her, wrap personal prayer beads around her wrists, and lose his composure when she gets close to other men.
"What do you want when you approach me?"
She played with his ring beads and smiled calmly.
"I want the young marshal's military power and the Huo family's protection."
The man grabbed her wrist and lowered his voice.
"What else?"
"Your heart."
Later, when Huo Jingming begged her to turn back with red eyes, Jiang Ruoli was already standing beside Huo Chenzhou.
She raised the prayer beads on her wrist and said softly.
"It's too late. Now, you should call me sister-in-law."
Huo Chenzhou lowered his eyes, trapping her between the Buddhist incense and the military uniform.
"Jiang Ruoli, since you have provoked me, don't even think about escaping unscathed in this life."
