Qingyun Temple in Nanshan is a popular place of worship, with its incense burning brightly and its wishes being said to be very effective. Worshippers flock there in an endless stream.
Today, however, the doors are closed to visitors.
Wisps of smoke enveloped the temple, and even the brightest sunlight could not penetrate the thin mist.
Inside the rooms for pilgrims, a dozen stunningly beautiful women lined up in a row.
"88, 62, 90..."
"85, 70, 95..."
"78, 68, 82..."
...
As numbers rang out one after another, the woman holding a stack of resumes picked and chose, finally grabbing three resumes.
"These three stay; the rest may leave."
The woman adjusted the temples of her glasses and glanced at the three girls in front of her.
Whether it's physique, appearance, family background, or academic ability, he is outstanding in every way.
Of course, only a girl like this is worthy of Young Master Sheng.
"The Sheng family's request is very simple. Our young master is suffering from a Gu poison that prevents him from having children. He urgently needs a woman with a fertile constitution who can conceive in an auspicious year, month, day, and hour to cure the poison. However, our young master is currently devoted to Buddhism and does not associate with women."
"Whoever can help the young master detoxify will become the eldest young mistress of the Sheng family."
"Wealth and honor go without saying, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so I hope you will seize it."
The three women were led by the Sheng family's servants to the side room where Sheng Linghan lived.
The first woman entered the room with a charming smile, and soon after, heart-wrenching pleas for mercy could be heard.
It is said that one can become a Buddha in a single thought, or a demon in another.
Sheng Linghan is a hypocrite, a terrifying devil from hell.
The remaining two women trembled.
The maid glared at her and said, "What are you dawdling for? Go inside now!"
After saying that, he pushed the second woman inside.
At the same time, the door to the side room opened, and the first woman was carried out.
A white sheet had already been placed over his body.
Fu Qian was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, but a glint of light flashed in her trembling pupils in the next instant.
She frantically touched her neck.
There were no marks.
She didn't die! She wasn't strangled to death by Sheng Linghan!
"Miss Liang, the ground is cold, please get up first."
The maid fawned over Fu Qian and secretly slipped a packet of pinkish-white powder into Fu Qian's palm.
"Miss Fu, you can rest assured about my work. I've taken the money from the Fu family, so I'll naturally handle things properly. I guarantee you'll become the eldest daughter-in-law of the Sheng family."
With a snap.
The medicine packet fell to the ground, spilling out a powdery white powder.
She was reborn, returning to the day she cured Sheng Linghan of the Gu poison.
Fu Qian turned and ran in the opposite direction without paying any attention.
She was the true daughter of the Fu family. Her mother went on a trip and gave birth prematurely, and was sent to a small clinic near the county town.
The nurse switched her child with another farmer's child.
The peasant woman's child returned to the city with her wealthy parents, while she remained in the countryside.
A few days ago, she was found and brought back by her wealthy parents.
Before she returned to the Fu family, her parents had already registered with the Sheng family.
The parents originally intended to send a fake daughter over, but she returned. This great opportunity naturally could not fall into the hands of outsiders.
Fu Qian then took the place of the fake heiress and entered Qingyun Temple.
His parents said that the Sheng family was a prestigious and elite clan, and Sheng Linghan was an exceptional person, noble and elegant.
If I could marry him, I would enjoy endless wealth and luxury for the rest of my life.
Fu Qian admitted that she was moved, but when she arrived at Qingyun Temple, she realized that Sheng Linghan was cold, cruel, and ruthless.
Despite being a Buddhist, he can chant sutras while simultaneously risking his life on a knife's edge.
Marrying her is harder than climbing to heaven.
But the chilling Sheng Linghan not only didn't kill her, he also kept her by his side.
But this is not a blessing, it is a punishment.
Thinking of how she was choked by the capricious Sheng Linghan in her past life, unable to live or die, she immediately quickened her pace to find an exit.
The temple's four gates were all guarded by members of the Sheng family.
Today, not even a fly can fly out of Qingyun Temple.
Since we can't fly out, then let's fly into one.
Fu Qian shakily took out her phone and called the fake heiress.
"Fu Yu, where are you? Come to Qingyun Temple right away."
A dozen minutes later, Fu Yu rushed to Fu Qian and asked, "Sister, why did you suddenly call me here?"
Give me the clothes.
Fu Qian had no time for pretense with Fu Yu. She dragged Fu Yu to a secluded spot, took off her coat and put it on herself, while draping her own clothes over Fu Yu.
"Anyway, we were born on the same day, month, and year. You go and cure Sheng Linghan's poison. I don't want to marry him!"
"Sister, what's wrong..."
The bodyguard who burst through the door interrupted Fu Yu's words.
At this moment, Fu Yu had already put on Fu Qian's clothes. The two had similar figures, and Fu Yu was wearing a mask, so her face could not be seen.
The bodyguards identified Fu Yu by her clothes, dragged her to a side room, and threw her inside.
The wooden door slammed shut with a dull thud.
Fu Yu was still thinking about how to get closer to the male protagonist of this world, but unexpectedly, the original female protagonist helped her a lot.
Fu Yu took a deep breath, fastened her buttons, and glanced around.
"Get out! All of you, get out!"
Following the trail of blood on the ground, Fu Yu saw Sheng Linghan lying on the bed, his head throbbing with pain.
He was fiddling with his sandalwood prayer beads, muttering something unintelligible.
But the headache symptoms not only did not improve, but worsened.
kill!
Kill them all!
Blood tears streamed from his crimson pupils.
The dark blue robe hung to the ground, its lapels haphazardly open, revealing glimpses of the smooth lines of his muscles, creating a chaotic and tyrannical beauty.
Fu Yu cautiously approached, "Sheng Linghan, I... I can help you."
She walked to the bedside and gently placed her hands on the back of Sheng Linghan's hands.
The next second, Sheng Linghan grabbed her by the neck, gritted his teeth and said, "Get out, get out of here."
Sheng Linghan: (Slaps himself) My dead mouth can't speak, so I'll just poison it and make it mute!
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