After sharing a body with her husband

Old Madam Wei appeared calm and composed.

"Whether it's true love or not, Yan An should indeed marry a wife to bring him some joy. Since she has planned this marriage so carefully, she will definitely cherish her status as the Seventh Master's wife and stay with Yan An for life."

She didn't care whether Shang Lingjun truly loved Xie Yan'an; all she wanted was a woman who could stay with Yan'an for the rest of her life.

Whether it's a living person or...

Memorial tablet.

Although Old Madam Wei was very reluctant to face it, she knew in her heart that Yan An probably didn't have much time left.

Finding a woman like that is not easy.

If you come from a high-status family, people won't want you; if you come from a low-status family, people will try to climb the social ladder, and having a lower-status relative will inevitably cause a lot of trouble.

Moreover, who would willingly marry a dying man?

One can endure it for a year or two, but can one endure it for ten or twenty years? Resentment is bound to grow. If she commits adultery, Yan An will not be able to rest in peace after his death.

Old Madam Wei would never allow such a thing to happen!

But Shang Lingjun is different. She harbors hatred and wants the status of the Seventh Madam so that she can put the Third Madam in a superior position.

Moreover, Shang Lingjun had broken ties with the Xiao family and had no maternal family to rely on, so she could only depend on Old Madam Wei.

If someone has ulterior motives, they will be controlled. It would be too easy for Old Madam Wei to manipulate her...

Old Madam Wei's gaze seemed to penetrate even the most subtle details.

"That girl may seem delicate and fragile, but she's actually quite spirited. Look at the injury on her head; she must have been really hurt. She'll have a lot of trouble with the third branch of the family in the future. Isn't all she wants the title of Seventh Madam? Just give it to her."

Who doesn't have a temper when they're young?

Old Madam Wei actually admired Shang Lingjun's ruthlessness. She was able to go all out, ruining the futures of Xie Zhaoqing and Xiao Jing in one fell swoop, and still calmly and rationally negotiate with her.

He has guts.

I suppose she would catch Yan An's eye.

"Find a doctor to check her injuries. We'll open the ancestral hall tomorrow to revise the family genealogy."

Old Madam Wei gave the instructions.

Upon hearing this, Granny Qiu knew that the Old Madam had a plan in mind, and even began to admire the girl somewhat.

"Yes."

……

Over there, after the doctor re-bandaged Shang Lingjun's wounds, she went to lie down on the bed, while Qingzhi waited outside.

Now that all the plans had been finalized, Shang Lingjun finally had the mind to inquire about the male ghost's origins.

[Hey, judging from your accent, you're also from Shengjing. Where do you live? What's your name?]

Xie Yan'an hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What year is it tonight?"

[The 22nd year of Jianzhao.]

Shang Lingjun remembers the year she got married very clearly.

Xie Yan'an felt like teasing her. "Well... I was born in the fourteenth year of the Yuan Kang era, little girl, call me Grandpa!"

Shang Lingjun was puzzled.

Are you deliberately taking advantage of me? You don't sound like an old man.

This male ghost was actually someone from the time when the late emperor was alive. If I calculate it, he was forty-six years older than me.

If he were still alive, wouldn't he be sixty-two?

Xie Yan'an clicked his tongue. "How can you talk like that? I was only seventeen when I died."

"Is this really not made up?" Shang Lingjun still didn't believe it.

Uh...why would I lie to you?

Xie Yan'an's voice was somewhat weak, as if to cover it up. He cleared his throat and said earnestly:

My surname is... Huo, yes, the single character is Chuan. You can call me Grandpa Huo.

Since the incident happened suddenly, he couldn't let Shang Lingjun know his true identity for the time being, so he made up a fake name first!

(Giraffe: Before the male protagonist's true identity is revealed, Huo Chuan's pseudonym will be used temporarily in the following text~ Thank you!)

Shang Lingjun was speechless.

[Huo Chuan, right? You were only seventeen when you died, and you call yourself an old man? I was twenty-five when I died in my previous life, so you should be calling me sister. Come on, call me Sister Shang!]

Huo Chuan: [...]

That's not how you calculate it!

Just as Huo Chuan was about to argue with her, the door was suddenly kicked open with a bang, and two burly old women rushed in, looking fierce and menacing:

"Young Madam, please!"

This was sent by her former mother-in-law, Madam Qu, and they probably don't know about the arranged marriage by Old Madam Wei.

Shang Lingjun was not surprised; tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

She raised her hand to stop Qingzhi from speaking up, as she was also very curious about how Xie Zhaoqing and Xiao Jing were doing.

The Xie Clan Ancestral Hall was cold and dark, with only two candles burning on either side of the many ancestral tablets, swaying in the wind.

Xie Zhaoqing knelt on the cold floor tiles, her face pale and bloodless.

Qu was present, his face somber.

Footsteps sounded as Shang Lingjun stepped into the ancestral hall.

The moment Xie Zhaoqing saw Shang Lingjun, a deep hatred blazed in her bloodshot eyes.

"You filthy bitch, what are you spouting nonsense in front of these guests? You've ruined my life!"

She lunged forward, wishing she could stab Shang Lingjun to vent her anger!

"I didn't do it on purpose, don't come any closer..."

Shang Lingjun pretended to be startled and dodged backward, 'accidentally' kicking her in the face.

After Xie Zhaoqing fell and cried out in pain, Shang Lingjun panicked and didn't know what to do, so she slapped Xie Zhaoqing across the face.

Snapped!

The movements were fluid and graceful, and the sound of the slaps was especially loud in the ancestral hall.

Xie Zhaoqing froze completely. What had just happened?

"You bumped into me yourself, it has nothing to do with me."

Shang Lingjun waved her hands repeatedly, her expression innocent.

【laugh……】

Huo Chuan couldn't help but think, "Isn't this acting a bit too exaggerated?"

Xie Zhaoqing, severely injured and unable to get up, was furious and on the verge of a breakdown. "You bitch! You did this on purpose, I won't let you get away with this..."

Shang Lingjun wrinkled her nose and said with disdain:

"You're the slut! A mere 'Xiao Huan' trying to get married? I'm so unlucky to have married such a filthy thing like you. Ugh, disgusting! Luckily, everyone told me the truth..."

Xie Zhaoqing's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. How dare this green tea bitch insult her?

She finally revealed her true colors; all that naivety and gentleness before was just an act!

"How dare you! You've gone too far! Take her away!"

Ms. Qu slammed her hand on the table and stood up. She was Xie Zhaoqing's mother and also his third wife.

The reason she spoke up only now was to observe Shang Lingjun and see if her running to the front yard crying for help was intentional or unintentional.

But she couldn't see that there were two possibilities: either Shang Lingjun, that little vixen, had just done something stupid by accident, or...

Secondly, she did it on purpose.

If it was intentional, then her acting skills are truly superb, and her scheming is unfathomable!

Qu's eyes were deep and unfathomable; whether she did it intentionally or not, she could not escape blame!

Several fierce-looking old women approached Shang Lingjun step by step.

"stop."

Qingzhi walked in and bowed in turn.

Madam Qu was immediately speechless. "Why is Miss Qingzhi here? Did your mother-in-law call me?"

Qingzhi was a first-class maidservant by the side of Old Madam Wei, so of course she recognized her.

Qingzhi shook her head and said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft:

"The old lady said that the Xie family had wronged the bride by arranging this marriage, so she arranged for the bride to be married in a different marriage. Now the bride is the Seventh Master's new wife. I hope that the Third Madam and Young Master Zhaoqing will be careful with their words and actions."

Mrs. Qu was stunned and speechless.

"This...this...how can this be done?"

Xie Zhaoqing's expression was as if he had seen a ghost, and his voice cracked.

"What did you say? Grandmother arranged a marriage for her with Uncle Seven?!"