In the last life, my dowry paved the way for Pei Yan to become a successful person. He gave me a bowl of slow medicine and sent me home on a snowy night.
Before he died, I heard him say to his cousin outside the door: The shop is in hand, she is useless.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw red silk everywhere - it was the wedding day, and the sedan chair had passed through Zhuque Street.
This time I didn't cover my head, stood at the door of my house with the betrothal gift list, and reconciled with the Tanhua Lang in the street:
The betrothal gift was exchanged for the deceased mother's relics; the future was bought with the Shen family's money; the child in the cousin's belly came earlier than the marriage contract.
Marriage, canceled on the spot. Pay the debt slowly one by one.
At the end of the discussion, he traveled three thousand miles in prison clothes, walking on the same street where he met his bride that day.
Everyone in the capital says that I am destined to be a husband, and I will conquer whoever I marry.
But my fate is tough - the only one who can overcome me is my enemies.
