Holding a lantern, guiding souls across, Lady Hou comes from the underworld.

"no?"

Wen Yu's voice suddenly turned cold, and her gaze toward Yu Lang seemed to be filled with anger.

Yu Lang's mind cleared up a bit as she was stared at.

He began to wonder, how did I end up in a place like this for no reason?

Was I dreaming?

If this is a dream, then the woman in front of me feels far too real.

While speculating, he didn't forget to soothe Wen Yu's emotions, and then explained, "What you just said is a matter of lifelong importance. Even if we set aside the arrangements made by parents and matchmakers, shouldn't there still be mutual affection?"

He stated firmly, "I believe it is absolutely unacceptable to act so hastily."

Wen Yu smiled again, "But here it's just you and me. We don't need to care about worldly matters. So, you just need to answer me, are you willing or not?"

These words sent a chill down Yu Lang's spine for no apparent reason.

He subconsciously bit the tip of his tongue, but no pain came.

Am I dreaming?

In the past, when I had nightmares, as long as I realized that I was dreaming, I would wake up from the dream very quickly.

Yu Lang simply closed his eyes, silently urging himself on...

However, when he opened his eyes again, Wen Yu was still beside him.

She even gave a cold laugh and asked him, "Young Master Yu, now you know where you are, don't you?"

Yu Lang was horrified: "Am I dreaming?"

Wen Yu: "You are indeed dreaming, but you can't wake up from this dream."

"..."

Yu Lang suddenly stood up and instinctively walked outside.

However, after parting the beaded curtain, she was still in the same boudoir.

I tried several times, but it was still the same.

Wen Yu watched him go in and out like an ant on a hot pan, but then smiled and said, "Don't waste your energy, you can't get out."

Yu Lang realized something was wrong, and his mind became increasingly clear.

Suddenly, my gaze fell upon the brocade pouch hanging at the other person's waist, which looked very familiar.

It was the one that fell off me when I entered the room at night…

Then, I remembered that her surname was Wen.

"Miss Wen, so young, yet her beauty faded..."

The stall owner's words began to echo in my ears.

Yu Lang's legs suddenly went weak, and he collapsed onto the couch next to him.

"You... are you the deceased Miss Wen?"

It's a female ghost!

Wen Yu stood up leisurely and took a few steps closer to him.

"Young Master Yu is a handsome and talented man, and he just happened to appear on my funeral route. I took one look at him and was very pleased with him."

"And so, I came to meet you in my dreams."

Yu Lang almost wanted to curse.

But deep down, he knew he couldn't afford to anger the other party in this situation.

If things drag on a little longer, people outside will realize something is wrong and come to his rescue.

With Master Yan here, there's bound to be a way.

"It's rare for Miss Wen to think highly of me. I... what merit do I, Yu Lang, possess?"

Yu Shaoqing's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he deliberately sighed and tentatively said, "Anyone who hears about Miss Wen's plight would be heartbroken. It's really not worth it to fall ill from anger over such a heartless man and end up like this."

Wen Yu glanced at him wistfully and replied, "I did not die from illness."

"I was murdered."

These words stunned Yu Lang for a long time before he remembered to ask, "Was it murder?"

"Who is the murderer? Tell me, and perhaps I can help you."

Wen Yu raised her lips and sneered: "It doesn't matter anymore. I never wanted to live anyway. Now that I'm a ghost, I'm even happier and more carefree."

She added, "Young Master Yu, don't you think this dream is wonderful? Things that don't exist outside of dreams can exist in dreams."

Yu Lang shook his head, trying to persuade him: "Even so, these are all fake."

"People may feel happy and satisfied for a while if they are constantly immersed in illusion, but it is completely meaningless."

Wen Yu scoffed and retorted, "How do you know that what's outside is definitely true?"

"The so-called truth and falsehood are all about how you distinguish them."

Yu Lang knew he couldn't argue, so he simply went along with her.

"Miss Wen is a very insightful woman. If that's the case, why would she be troubled by love? There must be other reasons."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yu was indeed moved.

She reached out and touched the sachet at her waist, but said, "Because when we are alive, we are full of obsessions, and when we die, we have nothing. That's when we understand."

"It's like... I hated Fu Yuan to death when I was alive, but at the moment of death, I felt relieved."

"It's probably for the best that I didn't marry him. If I had forced him to marry me, that would have been the beginning of my suffering..."

Yu Lang immediately said, "Then who exactly killed you? As the saying goes, a life for a life, the murderer should be brought to justice!"

Wen Yu looked at him, her eyes filled with no hatred. Instead, she sat down quietly beside him.

"Actually, I can't say for sure who killed me..."

Yu Lang was taken aback.

Wen Yu then began to tell him her story with her fiancé, Fu Yuan…

The Wen and Fu families were old friends and were among the most prominent families in Beiding County.

Because the two families had a good relationship, Wen Yu was betrothed before she was even born.

Her father once boasted that he would marry the son of the Fu family to the woman who gave birth to a daughter.

Lady Wen's first child was a son, and she gave birth to Wen Yu in her second pregnancy.

Therefore, Wen Yu knew from a young age that her future husband was Fu Yuan, the eldest son of the Fu family.

Fu Yuan was tall and handsome, with a calm and intelligent personality. By the age of sixteen, he had already managed the family business in an orderly manner.

Although Wen Yu grew up in seclusion and rarely went out, her servants would always inform her of any events that happened to her fiancé, Fu Yuan.

In order to please the Fu family and Fu Yuan, Wen Yu, from the time she learned to read, not only studied books such as "Admonitions for Women" and "Instructions for Women," but also learned to play the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

Moreover, female knitting workers were also included in the same category.

She grew up under strict discipline, and over time, she only had two things on her mind—how to please the Fu family and how to make her fiancé like her.

Wen Yucai met Fu Yuan for the first time when he was thirteen years old.

It was a family dinner, and when everyone was enjoying themselves, her father called her out to play the zither.

Even though there was a screen between them, she was extremely nervous.

When the song ended, the entire hall erupted in applause.

She couldn't help but peek through the screen, only to catch a glimpse of her fiancé's indifferent and nonchalant expression.

Clearly, his appreciation for her piano playing was never appreciated.

The second time we met was two years later.

That day, after dressing up carefully, she finally managed to speak with Fu Yuan in the Fu family garden.

However, although the other party was polite on the surface, they only exchanged a few words before making an excuse to leave.

Before leaving, he suddenly turned back and criticized her, "This green doesn't suit you. You should wear it less often in the future."

These words took root in Wen Yu's heart. After returning home, she discarded all green clothing and began to pay more attention to her appearance.

I heard that Fu Yuan likes fair-skinned and slender women, so she started to eat less in order to maintain her slim figure.

She searched for methods from various sources and tried countless times, all in an effort to make her skin whiter...

Despite her many efforts, she still failed to win Fu Yuan's favor.

He said, "My fiancée is great in every way, except she's just too boring..."