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On the day Mu Yuyan was forced to marry, three silver needles were hidden in her sleeves. One to quench the anesthetic, one to quench the poison, and one to quench the poison. It was rumored that Han Jingye, the legitimate son of the Han family, killed people without batting an eyelid and had a group of concubines in the backyard. They were carried out every month—not because they died of illness, but because they were tortured to death. She was prepared to fight to the death. Getting Started. There is no wedding hall, only mourning hall. There is no chapel, only a vigil. The steward's face was expressionless: "The young master left three days ago. Madam, please keep a vigil for seven days." Mu Yuyan stood in front of the coffin and put the back of her hand against the side of the man's neck. Cold, pulseless. Dead. Her legs weakened and she fell down on the futon. She exhaled a long breath as if she had survived a disaster: "Thank you for dying in time." There was silence in the coffin. She began to think about how to get out of this hellish place. The route has been planned, the travel expenses have been sorted out, and I have even thought about where to go incognito in the future. Then a low laugh came from the coffin. "You're welcome." The man in the coffin sat up and looked down at the frightened woman: "Who thanked me just now?" —————— Small Theater 1 On the eve of the wedding, he came through the window. "We're getting married tomorrow, are you nervous?" Mu Yuyan didn't even raise her head: "This is not the first time I marry you." "Last time I married a dead person, this time I married a living person, it's different." "What's the difference?" He was silent for a moment: "Last time you thanked me for dying in time. This time -" She looked up. He leaned against the window, and the moonlight fell between his brows and eyes. Those eyes that had been cold for a lifetime could only see her at the moment. "This time I want to marry you alive." Small Theater 2 One day, Han Mingyue met Mu Yuyan in the ancestral hall. "Sister-in-law, I've always wanted to ask you - how dare you marry someone like him?" "What's he like?" "Violent, vicious, and extremely deep." Mu Yuyan thought for a while and did not refute. She just remembered that he fell asleep at the desk last night, still holding the medical book he had annotated for her in his hand. The lanterns exploded, his eyelashes moved slightly, and he mumbled something in his sleep: "Yanyan... The third line of the prescription... The dosage is wrong." She looked down and smiled. "It was quite scary," she said. "It was so scary that I couldn't run away." Intention: There will eventually be a way, wait for the sun to bloom.