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

Fu Yuan thought that Wen Yu's return was truly to take his life, and he was so frightened that he immediately ran out the door.

However, a sudden gust of cold wind slammed the door shut, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open it.

In their haste, even the windows on the north and south sides were closed one after another.

Upon seeing this scene, Fu Yuan's legs went weak, and he simply knelt on the ground and began to beg for mercy.

"Yu'er, Yu'er, I'm so sorry!"

Upon hearing this, all notions of the dignity of the eldest son of the Fu family and manly spirit were cast aside.

He could only kowtow repeatedly, confessing, "It was I, Fu Yuan, who wronged you! I broke off the engagement in a moment of impulse!"

"I didn't really want to marry Zuihuan, but... I was drunk at the time and someone egged me on!"

"You know I'm a person who cares about my reputation. Since they all ganged up on me, I couldn't back down, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and do it!"

Fu Yuan was in tears, and his words did not sound fake.

He seemed genuinely regretful.

"To be honest, I really regretted marrying her. We had a small argument almost every two days, and there wasn't a single day of peace and quiet."

He complained about his wife, and shamelessly said, "I always thought how much better it would have been if I had married you. You are gentle, well-educated, and reasonable..."

"I told you back then that you were 'boring,' you really didn't know how lucky you were!"

"To have such a virtuous wife is the greatest blessing I, Fu Yuan, have accumulated over many lifetimes!"

"It's such a pity... I failed to appreciate your deep affection; it was truly... incredibly foolish!"

Yu Lang was so angry at what Young Master Fu said that he almost gritted his teeth.

Ren Fengjue remained calm, as if this scene was within his expectations.

When Wen Yu saw Fu Yuan like this, he laughed wildly and was extremely proud.

Clearly, this is what she really wanted to see…

In the past, she was cautious and timid in front of him, but he disdained her.

Now, as he kneels before her, kowtowing and admitting his mistakes, she finally understands that feeling.

The more readily available something is, the more it is despised.

Only when something seems unattainable will people be willing to go to great lengths for it.

In a secluded corner, unnoticed by anyone, a red figure emerged from a brocade pouch embroidered with mandarin ducks entwined, coldly observing everything.

However, the people inside the room clearly did not notice her presence.

Inside the Soul-Crossing Lamp, Wuyou sensed Xia Ximo's appearance, immediately peeked out, and said to Ren Fengjue, "Miss Xia is in the room now."

Ren Fengjue's expression finally softened, and he asked, "Where?"

"In front of the mirror."

Ren Fengjue quickly looked towards the mirror, but couldn't see anything.

Wuyou explained, "Your yang energy is too strong, so you can't see ghosts."

Although Ren Fengjue couldn't see it, he clearly felt a sense of relief.

The red figure in the corner slowly walked to Wen Yu's side and said something.

"Deep down you already knew that this was the kind of person he was."

Wen Yu stopped laughing, a chill creeping into her eyes, and replied, "Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you truly understand."

……

Not long ago, after Yu Lang left the dream, the illusion disappeared.

Wen Yu's ghost could only be reattached to the brocade pouch.

But to everyone's surprise, the woman in red followed them.

Wen Yu asked, puzzled, "Didn't you enter the dream to save someone? Now that you've saved them, why do you still want to meddle in other people's business?"

The woman in red merely glanced at her coldly. "I'm not the one who's meddling in other people's business."

It was the broken lamp in the underworld.

Then she asked, "If you were given a chance to choose again, would you still be willing to marry Fu Yuan?"

Wen Yu paused, not because she couldn't make a decision, but because no one had ever asked her what she wanted...

I never cared whether she was willing or not.

The woman in red added, "If you truly understand, you should make a real break with yourself."

Next, they went directly to the Fu family's residence. Wen Yu looked around and saw this scene—

When Fu Yuan woke up in the morning, he had a fight with his wife over a trivial matter.

"Your mother said those things about me yesterday? And you didn't say a word in my defense?"

Zui Huan was clearly still holding a grudge from last night, and when she woke up, she still didn't have a good expression.

Fu Yuan hadn't slept well that night, and upon waking and hearing his wife's nagging, he immediately retorted coldly, "Did my mother say something wrong? Don't you know your own place?"

Upon hearing this, Zui Huan was so angry that she grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at him.

Fu Yuan was furious when he was hit on the arm. He immediately put on his clothes, washed his face hastily, and went out to have breakfast.

Zui Huan, however, had no appetite at all.

She called her maid, Xiao Yao, to comb her hair, but she was not satisfied with the hairstyle she got.

Ming Xiaoyao took it apart and recombed it, but it hurt her.

Zui Huan immediately found another excuse to vent her anger: "Can't you be a little more attentive? So clumsy!"

Xiao Yao was no pushover either. She snorted coldly, threw the comb on the dressing table, and said, "The eldest young master is so noble, and he's not usually that difficult to serve. If the young mistress is not satisfied, just find someone else."

Upon hearing this, Zui Huan was furious. She tore her hair apart and raised her hand as if to hit someone.

But seeing a few onlookers still standing at the door, he got so angry that he kicked them all out.

With her hair disheveled, she sat in front of the mirror, gazing at her reflection with self-pity. After a short while, she simply began to cry, feeling wronged.

Wen Yu's soul lingered nearby, silently observing everything.

Once, because of Fu Yuan, she envied Zui Huan so much.

Looking at her now is like seeing another version of myself…

How ridiculous!

A brocade pouch landed on the dressing table. Zuihuan, who was sitting in front of the mirror, suddenly froze for a moment, and the next second, she saw a shadow in the mirror.

After the shadow walked to her side, it whispered in her ear, "I'll borrow your body for a bit."

……

At this moment, watching Fu Yuan kneel before him, desperate to save his life, repeatedly blaming his wife and expressing his remorse...

The rising resentment emanating from Wen Yu began to slowly subside.

She smiled at Fu Yuan, her tone contemptuous: "Fu Yuan, I don't want your life, but I like to see you regretful and in pain."

Fu Yuan, who was kneeling on the ground, was stunned for a moment. When he looked up at her, his gaze was somewhat complicated.

But then he said firmly, "Even so, everything I just said is true. If I had another chance, I would definitely marry you."

"But you had no choice."

Wen Yu said, "Even if I had a hundred more choices, I still wouldn't want to marry you."