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"After drinking this cup of combined wine, I will kill my bride with my own hands." When I was forced to take over the embroidered shoes dropped by Yu Ji, the curse had already fallen. A windfall from the sky is not a blessing, but money to buy your life; a successful wedding is not a good omen, but a life reminder. Now, the blood-red embroidered shoe is placed in my bride-price box, and my fiancée Xiaomei begins to apply Yu Ji's makeup in front of the mirror. The whole village was looking forward to this happy event, but I was the only one who knew that on the wedding night, half of the guests in the house were from a hundred years ago. The wedding sedan has arrived in front of the door. It's time for me to lift the hijab and see if the person inside is my lover.