General, Your Wife’s Coffin Shop Is a Hit Again

Li Lingyun of the Great Yan Kingdom was twenty-one, well and truly an old maid. First, her family ran a coffin shop, which made people look down on them. Second, her birth date and hour were all yin. Born in a yin month, on a yin day, at a yin hour, she was a person of extreme yin, with the fate of a husband-killer. After far too many matchmaking appointments, she still hadn't found a husband, but the matchmakers had made plenty of money from the tea fees. Her parents were worried sick, wondering whether they'd ever get to hold a grandchild in their lifetime. Her eldest brother was a compulsive gambler. Unable to repay his debts, he was hounded by the gambling house. The shop was smashed up, and when their father tried to stop them, he was injured. His right hand could never hold a saw again. Before that trouble had even settled, another arose. A lumber merchant arrived with a thick stack of bills demanding payment. They were all records of her brother buying lumber on credit, but he had long since resold the wood and squandered all the money. Now he had vanished without a trace. Her father was an honest man. He took the bills in his own hands, repaid his son's gambling debts, and severed their father-son relationship. Overnight, her father went gray, and her mother spent every day in tears. In a single night, the Li family lost everything and was forced to move to the countryside. Taking the plane from her father's hands, Li Lingyun became the next generation of carpenter. Before she could show what she could do, her eldest brother sold her to the Yihong Brothel. Li Lingyun, a modern-day special forces soldier who had transmigrated across a thousand years, went on a killing spree. The Yihong Brothel nearly became a living hell. After returning home, she spent her days either on matchmaking dates or on her way to one. She rescued a badly wounded man, a man as weak as a kitten. Man: You're the weak one.