Sir, Did You Dig My Grave by Mistake?

On the night of resurrection in the coffin, he dug my grave. Xiao Zhi, the young minister of Dali Temple, is known to the world to be cold and ruthless. Three years ago, he personally drove a "witch" like me to a dead end. Now he held me in his arms with red eyes and said tremblingly: "Zhao Yue, I will take you home." He weaved a perfect lie for me, saying that we were a loving unmarried couple and that we were destined to spend our lives under a pear tree. But my psychic intuition is always warning me - What is this man hiding from me? Until the broken memories wake up. I remembered the severe pain caused by the stick, the sweet smile of my sister who married me into the general's palace on my behalf, and the cold face on his face in the court when he accused me of "deceiving the public with my evil words". When his hatred was overwhelming, he tore open his sleeves and revealed the mantra of "I will exchange my life for my rebirth": "My fiancée is fake, but my life in exchange for your return is true." From then on, I used my psychic skills to solve strange cases and clear up wrongs, while he wielded power to shake things up and kill evildoers. From the feud in the house to the conspiracy in the court, from the injustice of the ethnic group to the chess game in the world. Until the line between life and death, I use my soul as a contract to connect with his blood: "Xiao Zhi, either live together or die together." The hand stretched out from the coffin finally holds the hottest remaining life in the world.