People gathered in small groups to discuss the matter, all wanting to see if the news was true.

When an unmarried person dies, their family will find them a "partner" so that the deceased can be buried in the ancestral grave. The same applies to the woman. This practice of arranging ghost marriages is also common in folk customs.

Although ghost marriages do exist, it is unheard of for a powerful and wealthy official to be willing to marry a dead person.

The next day.

Both the Prime Minister's residence and the He residence were decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. The red lanterns swayed in the wind, like poems of blessing.

No one saw the bride and groom appear. Many people waited on the street, but after a whole day, they did not see any trace of them.

People left one after another.

He Mansion.

Today, Li Baobei wore a red wedding gown. The delicate silk shimmered with a soft luster under the candlelight, like a beautiful flower about to bloom.

The wedding dress was embroidered with exquisite patterns, and the hem was made of extremely luxurious gold-embroidered fabric, containing deep blessings and expectations.

She wore a gold hairpin inlaid with rubies, which seemed to shimmer with colorful light. Her delicate features were unadorned, and she looked as if she were asleep. She would open her eyes immediately if you called her gently.

The elaborate silk skirt perfectly outlined her figure, giving her an elegant and dignified appearance.

He You's eyes shone with intense light as she gazed at Li Baobei with deep affection and focus, murmuring, "Nannan, you look so beautiful in your wedding dress. I love it."

"I've waited so long, I've finally married you."

At this moment, Zhan Nu and Zhong Lihe stood anxiously not far from the bridal chamber.

He stared intently at the door of the bridal chamber, fearing that something might go wrong.

Zhong Lihe gave a helpless twitch of his lips and said in a barely audible voice, "This is exactly the kind of thing He You would do."

"It's good to go a little crazy! Who hasn't been crazy when they were young?"

The war slave stood anxiously in the pavilion. He wanted to go in and see what was going on, but his superiors had already said that afternoon that he was not allowed to step inside.

He could only watch from afar.

Zhong Lihe stood there for a while, then, feeling that nothing serious had happened, he turned and went back to his room.

The slaves stood still, observing intently.

Suddenly, he spotted a figure next to the courtyard and immediately gave chase.

Anji, dressed in night clothes, wandered around the Li residence. He finally managed to get in, but was spotted by the Zhan Nu.

She quickly flipped over and jumped out. The war slave chased after her swiftly, but was ultimately a step too late.

Just when Anji thought she had escaped the slave's pursuit, a cold sword was placed against her neck.

"Who sent you?" the war slave asked coldly, his tone devoid of any emotion.

Anji remained silent, slowly turning his head to look into Anji's eyes, his heart pounding wildly.

Her eyes showed a hint of panic, and she quickly avoided the warrior's gaze.

The warrior slave also felt that the person in front of him was very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before. Just as he was lost in thought,

Dark silence struck him coldly on the chest, and the war slave staggered back in pain. Just as he was about to draw his sword again, he found that the figure in front of him had disappeared.

"..."

The slave sighed inwardly and helplessly turned and ran towards the He residence.

Only then did they notice thick smoke billowing from the direction of the Li residence. Zhan Nu's eyes turned cold, and he thought to himself, "This is bad."

The speed on their feet increased even more.

Zhong Lihe was drinking alone in his room when he smelled a strong smell of smoke after just one cup.

Feeling strange, "Why is someone starting a fire so late at night instead of sleeping?", a sense of unease crept into my heart.

He stood up, opened the door, and walked outside. He saw thick smoke billowing from He You's new house. The fire and smoke, like an out-of-control monster, roared and rushed into the sky, engulfing everything in flames.

"Oh no, I should have noticed sooner..."

Startled, he ran away as fast as he could.

The war slave rushed through the sea of ​​fire to He You, only to find He You holding Li Dabao's hand as they lay on the new bed.

Bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, a horrifying sight.

Zhan Nu felt a pang of heartache and quickly stepped forward to pick up He You. He glanced at Li Baobei beside him and sighed helplessly.

"Take them out quickly, I'll handle the rest," Zhong Lihe said, his eyes showing no hesitation.

Upon hearing this, the warrior slave quickly carried He You and rushed through the wall of fire.

Zhong Lihe quickly picked up Li Baobei and prepared to leave, only to find that a roof beam had fallen from the top, blocking their way out, and the surrounding fire was growing larger and larger.

He glanced at Li Baobei in his arms and found it strange: "Why is her body still so soft after being dead for so long?"

Without time to think, he turned to look at the window next to him. Although it was already ablaze, it was definitely the weakest point in the house.

He shouted, "I'll risk it all!" He held Li Baobei tightly in his arms and rushed towards the window. His shoulder was burned by the fire, and the window shattered as expected.

Zhong Lihe leaped lightly and jumped out.

A second after the two left, the house behind them collapsed with devastating force, the sound deafening, and Zhong Lihe broke out in a cold sweat.

He thought to himself, "It seems that saving people really does bring divine protection..."

...

After that, the state of Yi had no more worries about this person, and Princess Chang Le also disappeared in that great fire.

That fire burned for a full day and night, and people are still terrified whenever it is mentioned.

The fire seemed to illuminate the entire capital city that night.

After the fire, only the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review and his wife perished in the flames; the rest of the household members were unharmed.

This is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

Outside the capital city.

In a vast and tranquil cemetery, a joint burial tomb stands quietly, awaiting the passage of time.

The tombstone clearly reads: Tomb of my beloved wife, Li Nannan.

A line of small characters was inscribed next to the tombstone.

—Word: Baby.

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