Chapter 001: Three Years of Devoted Love

Autumn.

Nightfall.

At the Xiuyuan Residence.

The lanterns hanging from the eaves glowed like cold moons, casting light upon the silktree flowers before the hall.

On the mottled, cracked walls, shadows of the silktree swayed in the wind—like ferocious beasts baring their fangs and claws, devouring all greed and desire.

Beside the silktree stood a tall chastity archway, engraved with seven large characters: "Chaste and Loyal Maiden, Commemorating the Shen Family."

Beneath the archway, on a low stone platform, two pale, entangled forms twisted together like a braided rope, filling the air with an indescribable metallic stench.

“Brother Yunchuan, today is our cousin’s death anniversary. Isn’t it inappropriate to be doing this under her chastity archway?” Cui Mingzhu, her bare shoulder exposed, nestled softly in Ji Yunchuan’s embrace, her voice tender and sweet.

“What’s inappropriate about it?” Ji Yunchuan tightened his hold on Cui Mingzhu and sneered coldly. “That fool Shen Ningyuan was at our mercy even before she died—willingly living as a widow for me, even giving her dowry to support the Ji family. She’s been dead for three years now; wild dogs have long since devoured her corpse. Why should I fear her?”

“But people say the household servants often hear her crying at night. Who knows if she’s really here?” Cui Mingzhu whispered, worried.

Ji Yunchuan waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t be afraid, Zhu’er. If she really is here, then I’ll put on an even better show for her—let her see how deeply in love we are! Hahaha…”

Ji Yunchuan laughed wildly, grabbing Cui Mingzhu’s hand and licking it with a look of ecstasy. “Zhu’er, you smell so sweet…”

“Oh, Brother Yunchuan, you’re so naughty…”

The two shamelessly laughed and teased beneath the chastity archway, the scene one of utter debauchery.

Unbeknownst to them, Shen Ningyuan’s spirit hovered silently above the archway, her gaze cold and piercing as she glared down upon them.

Ever since she died “for love” three years ago and was honored by the emperor with a chastity archway, her soul had been trapped here.

Until Ji Yunchuan faked his death and was “resurrected,” kneeling beneath the archway and weeping until he fainted, staging a heartbreaking scene of marital devotion to win his father’s trust and seize military power.

In no time, he used her dowry to proudly marry Cui Mingzhu, who had been orphaned young and raised by the Shen family, into the Ji household.

Only then did Shen Ningyuan awaken to the cruel truth:

It was Cui Mingzhu who held Ji Yunchuan’s true affection.

His marriage was a ploy to seize his father’s military power and his mother’s immense fortune.

And she had not died for love.

She was poisoned to death by her mother-in-law and sister-in-law at Ji Yunchuan’s fake funeral.

Yet the family spread the lie that she died for her husband, making the Ji family appear honorable and gaining them a sterling reputation.

Her mother-in-law, with the image of a benevolent matriarch, secured a prominent position among the capital’s noblewomen.

Her sister-in-law, praised for treating her sister-in-law as a mother, attracted numerous suitors.

She herself had married into a good family, living a worry-free life.

As for the other Ji family members, their careers flourished.

Once a minor noble family, they rose to become esteemed literati.

All of this was built upon Shen Ningyuan’s corpse.

For three years, Shen Ningyuan seethed with hatred, her eyes burning with fury.

Countless times, she howled at the heavens, wishing to become a vengeful spirit and tear them all apart.

But she was only a formless soul.

Helpless, she could only watch.

After their shameless tryst beneath the archway, Cui Mingzhu, unable to wait to get dressed, hooked her arm around Ji Yunchuan’s neck and asked, “Brother Yunchuan, didn’t you say you’d prepare a grand gift for our cousin on her death anniversary?”

“It’s already ready,” Ji Yunchuan replied with a sinister grin. “Bring it in.”

At his command, guards carried in five large urns, each over five feet tall, and lined them neatly beneath the archway.

Seeing the urns, Shen Ningyuan’s pupils constricted sharply, her heart wrenching painfully.

Could these five urns possibly be…

“No, no, it can’t be!” she shook her head frantically, trying to banish the dreadful thought.

But fate was cruel.

Ji Yunchuan bent down and lifted a lid with a smile. “Father-in-law, how’s the accommodation in this urn? Comfortable?”

A weak voice struggled to speak from within, spewing bloodied saliva onto Ji Yunchuan’s face.

“Ji Yunchuan, the Shen family treated you well, but you repay us with betrayal, destroying my entire family! Beast… you deserve a terrible death!”

Boom—

At that sound, Shen Ningyuan’s world collapsed.

Her father—the towering, mighty man, a revered general beloved by the people for his valor on the battlefield—was reduced to a human pig?

Tears filled her eyes, and Shen Ningyuan choked out a shriek, “Father!!!”

Enraged by the blood spat on him, Ji Yunchuan kicked the urn containing the old general violently.

The heavy vessel smashed to the ground, rolling several times before coming to rest.

“You cursed me to die miserably? I’ll make sure you suffer worse than death first!” Ji Yunchuan snarled with a savage look.

Shen Ningyuan’s heart felt as though it were being torn apart.

“Ji Yunchuan, you beast! How dare you? How dare you! He’s my father!”

Her eyes filled with rage as she struggled desperately to break free and tear Ji Yunchuan to pieces.

But no matter how she screamed, struggled, or raged—

It was all in vain.

No one could hear her.

Wiping the blood from his face, Ji Yunchuan smirked darkly at the archway, as if locking eyes with Shen Ningyuan’s spirit.

“Shen Ningyuan, curious about who’s inside the other four urns?”

He began to introduce them with malicious delight.

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