his voice hoarse as he said, "Master Mu... is right... This... is beyond human power... Tell Huicong, close the temple, disperse the monks... Do not come near this hut anymore. I can still hold on, I...Our family doesn't have much of a sect system. My great-grandfather was authoritative for generations, and when he spoke, even if the family members were unwilling, they wouldn't dare to resent him. But it's different for my brother.

They are all elders in front of my older brother, so naturally they can take advantage and nitpick at his flaws.

My grandfather was the first to speak up. As the eldest son, if he didn't say anything, others would become even more disrespectful and make things difficult for my brother.

"Father, Yun Fan is still young. Isn't it inappropriate for him to be in charge of family affairs It's inevitable that some people will feel resentful..."

"Yun Fan is only twenty-three, still young When you were twenty-three, you already had two children." The grandfather directly refuted, "Although Yun Fan is young, what he does is not easy. Now the times are different. It's better to hand over the head of the family to Yun Fan directly than to pass it down from generation to generation, wasting time and causing internal strife among descendants, draining the family fortune!"

Moreover, Yun Fan is only a half-master. Everything needs Xiao Qiao's agreement as well. The two children helping each other are much better than those arrogant heirs of the Shen family.

The old man glanced my way, and I shrank back slightly.

I can't do these things. I'm not as brave and resourceful as my brother. I'm cowardly and afraid, always seeking peace. I only fight back when someone hurts the most important people in my life. Otherwise, I'm just a pushover, easy to take advantage of.

"Xiao Qiao," Taiye stood up and said to me, "Come, let's go back first. I have something to tell you. Just leave this place to Yun Fan."

Do you have something to tell me

What secrets did this old man hide in his heart throughout his life People say a woman's heart is hard to fathom, but actually, a man's heart is just as difficult to figure out.

If a man decides to conceal something, he can certainly keep it hidden for a long time.

Because women are always blinded by emotions, like Grandmother, she might truly believe she has reformed Grandfather. In reality, Grandfather is capable of completely hiding his dark side.

Back in the empty mansion, Taiye sat down and bluntly asked, "I heard Yundan say that the little girl from the Shen family has a grudge against you Why"

Uh The young lady from the Shen family's videos

"Are you talking about Shen Qingrui" I asked.

The old master nodded and said, “She's coveting the jade pendant in your hand, isn't she Your mother brought it from the Shen family.”

"...uh, she—"

She must be eyeing the aloof and languid Emperor by my side, huh

"She's hostile towards me." I had to answer that way.

"So, do you want the position of head of the family After all, your child carries the Mu surname. It wouldn't be a problem giving you the position. Although the Mu family isn't as well-known as the Shen family, our assets are no less than theirs."

I quickly shook my head. "No, no, I can't do that. My brother would be more suitable."

Tai Ye Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled, "That's right, you need to serve the Emperor well and bear children. You don't have that much energy."

My face is a little flushed, Is this alright How do you think I should serve you better

This term that represents an unequal marital relationship, it just sounds so awkward!

"There's something I want to talk to you about... Yun Fan told me that you care a lot about what happened when you were born"

"Well, Shen Qingrui said I was a pure Yin coffin child."

The grandfather nodded. "That's right, but it's also wrong."

I was born at home, right here in this old house. That night there was a terrible storm and it was impossible to get to the hospital, so my grandmother delivered me.

"Your mother was injured when she was carrying you, almost losing her life. Your father took the bronze tower from me and made a deal with the Ghost King, offering his own lifespan and yang energy in exchange for your mother's breath to last until you were born... Your mother is very attached to her child, loves him dearly. Your father argued with her about this, feeling she was risking her life for the child."

The old master chuckled softly: “Back then, your grandmother's soul had nowhere to go, often drifting around this mansion. Yun Fan probably saw her several times, but he’s a clever child, even if he did see her, he knew better than to speak.”

Later, something happened. Your mother resolutely refused to use the Soul Tower to draw on Yin Qi to prolong her life again.

"What happened" I cautiously looked at Grandpa—he really did crawl out of the grave, having spent almost his entire life with ghosts and skeletons.

Grandfather smiled and glanced at me: "Your cousin, Chen Susin."

What

What's wrong with Chen Su-hsin

“Your mother discovered that the Soul Tower absorbed the yin energy of living people around it, especially women. Chen Suixin had a weak life force from birth and was more susceptible to its influence. She experienced an out-of-body spirit event shortly after her birth. Your mother felt immense guilt and would rather die than endanger her child... She was also worried that she would affect you, when you were barely two years old.”

It turns out Chen Susin wasn't a member of the Luotong clan, but was influenced by the Soul Tower... Truly pitiful, as long as that Soul Tower remains in her home, she can't remove the red cord wrapped around her neck.

"So you were truly born on the brink of life and death, straddling yin and yang. You could be called a coffin child."

After hearing my grandfather's explanation, I glanced back at Jiang Qiyun beside me.

He sat in the rocking chair, supporting his chin with one hand and slightly closed his eyelids to rest.

Didn't he already know all this I was born, and he put the ring in the ancestral hall. He should have known about it long ago.

But he did not say, even if the gods knew the cause and effect of mortals, they could only allow mortals to find their own opportunities and enlightenment.

An old woman from Dongshi Market in Yinshan said that whether it's a ghost husband or a ghost wife, when they are combined, they always violate the boundaries between the yin and yang realms. The yin qi of the living world enters their body, resulting in mild illness at best, and severe damage to yang energy at worst. The owner of a hundred-year-old shop in Xishi Market also said: "You don't look like someone who has gone through a ghost marriage at all! Is your marital life discordant"

... Unharmonious... He made me so weak that I could barely walk. Does that count as unharmonious

To find someone who can nurture a fetus, has a pure yin constitution, and begins absorbing yin energy even in the womb is truly rare.

When I returned home, I stopped Jiang Qiyun in the corridor and said, “Qiyun, let's go to Qingjing Jiletian together”

He narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly. "Every time you say things like that, I feel like it's a 'special' invitation..."

"No, I just feel… you're not comfortable resting here." I still liked being held by him, lying on my small bed.

He pondered for a moment before speaking, “Mu Xia Qiao, I once thought about placing you in the realm of Pure Bliss so that you would be safe from harm…”

However, that's not a good fit for you.

Although the mundane world may be chaotic and impure, it is also the place with the most scenery. There's love, hate, right, wrong, joy, and sorrow—it's never truly lonely or desolate... In a place where there's nothing but scenery, how long could you stay alone

I frowned. "…you have to come with me. I don't want to go there alone, I'd rather—"

"I'd rather stay in your little shop," he said with a smile.

He gestured with his hand, drawing a halo of light: "Come on, my little wife...it's not easy to hear you make a request..."

>, but I was grabbed by a force, my neck twisted, and I was lifted up.Like a quail whose throat was choked, I stood on tiptoe and slowly approached him.Beneath the black cloak was a pitch-black mask.Th...