Spoiling my mistress and swallowing my dowry? After my rebirth, I changed my marriage to a powerful

Just after the Shangsi Festival, big red lanterns were hung high inside and outside the Xie Mansion.

Today is the day when the two legitimate daughters of the mansion are getting engaged.

Before daybreak, Yuanyuan, the maid on night duty in the eldest lady's boudoir, heard the young lady's slight cry of pain and immediately called out softly, "Young lady?"

He lit the lamp and opened the silk gauze curtain.

Then he saw Xie Zhaozhao sitting there in a plain white inner garment, holding his chest with his hands, his face was pale, and his eyes were cold and dead.

"Miss, are you having a nightmare?" Yuanyuan quickly pulled up the quilt and covered her with it, and comforted her in a slow and soft voice.

Xie Zhaozhao frowned slightly and stared at Yuanyuan's slightly childish face.

She looked at the pink gauze curtains again, and the spotless pear-blossom mirror on the dressing table under the window.

Were the fifteen years of being deceived and humiliated in the Pingyang Marquis’ Mansion a dream?

No, the excruciating pain before death was so clear and vivid, it was not a dream!

He let go of Yuanyuan's hand, lifted the gauze curtain, put on his clothes and got out of bed.

The room was decorated in a simple and elegant manner. A silk screen with a pattern of spring river flowers and moon and golden flowers separated the inside and outside. Against the wall stood a copper incense burner with gilded silver bamboo knots, which slowly emitted a faint fragrant mist.

This was her boudoir in the Xie Mansion for sixteen years.

He stretched out his slender white fingers and gently brushed them across the guqin played by Bi Tianfeng, and asked, "What day is it today?"

"On the fourth day of the third month in the twentieth year of Emperor Hui, it is the auspicious day when Miss and the Prince of Pingyang will exchange engagement letters!"

Exchange the Engagement Letter?

She is reborn!

She returned to the time when she was sixteen and got engaged to Gu Chengyan.

In her previous life, she married into a marquis's mansion with great ceremony, a dowry that was ten miles long, hundreds of shops, and thousands of acres of fertile land. The amount of her dowry was so huge that it caused a sensation.

He rode a tall horse, looking handsome and elegant, and solemnly promised his father and brother: "I will never take a concubine in my lifetime."

My father and brother were deeply moved.

He held her hand gently, and told her to be careful with her steps. On their wedding night, he held her wrist, looked into her eyes devoutly, and drank the wedding wine in one gulp.

However, he kept dawdling and refused to go to bed until the candle burned out. Finally, he knelt down with red eyes and said, "I was bitten by a wild dog while hunting in the spring a few years ago. I was injured. I can't do it..."

Her blushing face turned pale, but due to etiquette and gratitude for his honesty, she held his hand and helped him up.

It is easy to get priceless treasures, but it is hard to find a lover, so she stayed and did not ask for a divorce.

During the long fifteen years, no matter how many times her mother-in-law complained about her, she had no way to do anything about it, but she endured it alone, taking care of his face in front of and behind others, and covering up his hidden illness.

Perhaps out of inferiority complex, he seldom came to her yard. Even when he came, he would sit for a while and gently talk about the big and small things happening outside. When her mother-in-law or people in the mansion made things difficult for her, he would firmly stand on her side.

She was always grateful to God for giving her such a loving man like Gu Lang.

He is a man of great literary talent, a good businessman, rich enough to rival a country, and he is rising rapidly in the world.

He kept himself clean and preferred to adopt children rather than take concubines.

With unparalleled tenderness and intoxicating affection, who can say he is not a perfect match?

She protected him everywhere, let him use her dowry as he pleased, and never hesitated to ask her father and brother for help.

It was a pity that she didn't realize until her death that all the tenderness and affection were just to devour her dowry and squander the Xie family's connections and resources to pave the way for a concubine.

It's not that he is incapable. He is very brave when facing his mistress.

He was indeed with one person for the rest of his life, but not with her.

God gave her another chance, but she wanted to be obsessed with him again and waste her life?

No, not possible!

Gu Chengyan, you must know that Buddha has thousands of faces. Compassion is Buddha, dignity is Buddha, punishing evil and promoting good, and killing ghosts when encountering them are also Buddha.

No matter which side it is, it is majestic and precious.

The Xie family owed a favor to the Marquis family, and before his death, the grandfather promised that the Xie family's eldest daughter would marry into the Pingyang Marquis family.

In her previous life, she got married according to the orders of her elders.

In this life, whoever wants to repay that favor can do so.

The clock shows that it is now Yin time!

At 9 o'clock in the morning, the old lady and the wife of the Marquis of Pingyang will come over. It will be less than three hours.

Xie Zhaozhao frowned slightly, and her eyes accidentally saw the agarwood bead bracelet on the dressing table, and she immediately had an idea.

"Round, grind."

He hurriedly wrote a letter and gave it and the bracelet to Yuanyuan, and reminded her: "The South Gate has been opened at yin time. You should go to Huguo Temple quickly and give the letter and bracelet to Master Yuanji, and ask him to come to the mansion at si time."

"Yuanyuan, this matter is extremely urgent to me."

Yuanyuan saw that her eyes were slightly red and misty, and without asking the reason, she immediately put away the bracelet and the letter and left the yard.

The Huguo Temple is not far from the city, just on the hillside outside the city. Yuanyuan is skilled in martial arts, so an hour of riding is enough for her.

The sunlight at noon came through the slatted window, shining warmly on her white hands, and the sound of Yuanyuan's quick steps could be heard outside.

"Miss, Master Yuanji will be here soon." Yuanyuan said excitedly.

She put down the scripture she was reading silently, took the bracelet, and rubbed it carefully. Finally, a faint smile appeared on her tense little face.

She dressed up and went out of the yard to welcome Living Buddha Yuanji.

"Fate is determined by heaven, and fate is taken away by man. You reap what you sow..."

A crazy monk, wearing a tattered monk's robe and exposed-toe straw sandals, broke into Xie's mansion in the capital city without a care in the world.

The crazy monk Yuanji is a living Buddha, but he travels around all day long and his whereabouts are unknown. It depends on fate if Your Majesty wants to meet him.

For aristocratic families, having a living Buddha visit their home is a blessing that is the result of several lifetimes of hard work.

The main door of Xie’s mansion opened to welcome the Living Buddha.

Yuan Ji didn't hesitate and walked towards Wutong Garden with his shoes tapping.

When he went in, he didn't care whether he was a guest or not, and he didn't greet anyone. Even when people invited him to have tea, he ignored them.

He walked straight to the incense table and picked up the marriage certificate between Xie Zhaozhao and Gu Shizi.

As if he was learning to read for the first time, he mumbled it word by word and immediately threw it on the ground.

"No, no, this is not a wedding invitation, this is a funeral invitation! I wanted to ask for some wine, but I can't drink it, I can't drink it!"

He actually turned around and was about to leave.

The old lady picked up the engagement cards of the two and asked anxiously, "Did the Living Buddha see anything wrong?"

"I don't see wedding banquets, I only see rivers of blood, red houses covered in dust, and mansions filled with graves."

The old lady was so frightened that the Buddhist beads in her hand fell to the ground. She clasped her hands together and begged, "Living Buddha, can we not get married?"

"You can't tie the knot, it's very bad, very bad!"

It's very bad, so it will definitely not work.

You must believe what the Living Buddha says.

"So, the Xie Mansion and the Pingyang Marquis Mansion cannot be married?"

"Others are fine, but these two are not." The crazy monk walked out of Wutong Garden in a blink of an eye.

As soon as I went out, I met Xie Zhaozhao who was walking quickly from the Chao Shou Gallery.

Xie Zhaozhao saluted him, his eyes suddenly reddened: "Master, long time no see!"

The appearance remains the same, but two different lives have passed.

The crazy monk paused for a moment, grinned, and muttered crazily, "As the clouds return to the clouds, as the earth returns to the earth, isn't that all good? Om Mani Padme Hum..."

He disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Xie Zhaozhao kowtowed respectfully in the direction where Master Yuanji left.

A huge weight was lifted off her heart. Her marriage with the son of Marquis Pingyang would never be possible in this life.

Feeling happy, Xie Zhaozhao walked briskly with a smile on his face as he headed towards his grandmother's Wutong Garden.

After walking around the hanging flower gate and heading towards the blue brick path, Xie Zhaozhao paused.

In the corridor of the waterside pavilion, two people were walking towards her, talking and admiring the spring scenery in the garden of Xie Mansion.

On the left is his elder brother Xie Yu, and the man on the right is wearing a kite-shaped crown, purple floral, gold-threaded waistcoat, and an ink-colored cloak. He is tall and handsome, standing tall like a pine or bamboo, with serious and sharp eyes, and a calm aura that cannot conceal his noble elegance.