Three times married to Yama

I broke out in a cold sweat. What would happen if I were found out that I was impersonating Qin Zhi to marry in her place?

But my dad also said that I must not reveal my true identity under any circumstances, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

"Yes."

As soon as I answered, I felt a scrutinizing gaze lock onto me.

At the same time, the figure in the sedan chair moved, and in the blink of an eye, a tall and majestic figure appeared in front of me, his figure large enough to envelop my entire body.

Just as I was about to look up, a sudden pressure from the surroundings rendered me unable to move.

The paper figures standing around shouted in unison, "Mortals must not look directly at the Lord of the Underworld!"

I was shocked. The "person" standing in front of me was the Lord of the Underworld?

Although I don't know the Lord of the Underworld, his aura, the wedding procession tonight, and all these paper figures have nothing to do with humans.

But as I said before, things have come to this point, and we've come this far, so we have to keep going, even if we're crying.

All I could see was the person opposite me move his sleeve, and the oppressive aura surrounding me vanished instantly, allowing me to move again.

"Qin Zhi, are you the wife I'm going to marry this time?" he asked again.

This time? Could there be a previous time? Or a next time?

I mustered my courage and replied, "I think so."

Upon hearing this, he extended his hand to me, "Come with me."

With a determined heart and a gritted teeth, I placed my hand in his palm. His hand was even colder than mine, as if covered with a layer of frost.

He led me to the sedan chair carried by the paper figures. After I got into the sedan chair, the red veil fell down, and as the joyful music started again, I felt the sedan chair rise into the air.

The moonlight was bright, and as the red gauze fluttered in the breeze, I couldn't help but secretly glance up at the person sitting next to me.

He wore a long black robe, his hair was bound with a golden crown, and two red ribbons intertwined with a long hairpin fluttered in the wind. Even seated, he appeared tall and imposing.

He stared silently ahead, a cold indifference settling beneath his deep eyes.

The sedan chair landed in a gray, villa-like house, where people were already waiting.

"Welcome, Your Excellency and Your Majesty."

An expressionless old woman stepped out from the crowd and walked to my side. "Madam, please come with me."

I glanced at him beside me; he simply lowered his eyes and nodded faintly.

Seeing that he had nodded, I had no choice but to go with the old woman.

The old woman led me to a courtyard in the resort, saying as we walked, "Madam, please rest here tonight."

She opened the door and gestured for me to come in.

The room was lit with many candles, and a cold wind blew out of the room, causing the candles to flicker.

At that moment, I saw the room's layout clearly. This huge, festive room was filled with countless memorial tablets!

"This, this is..." I was surprised and stood at the door, not daring to go in.

A withered hand pushed me from behind, followed by the eerie voice of an old woman.

"These are the memorial tablets of all the brides of the Lord of the Mansion. Your memorial tablet will also be placed here in the future."

What?

Memorial tablets of past brides?

At a glance, there are dozens, if not hundreds, of these memorial tablets. So, that man has already married so many wives?

and……

They're all dead?

No wonder Qin Zhi didn't want to marry him. For the first time, I doubted my father's words. Was he really not trying to trick me?

"Madam, please get some rest."

With a creak, the door was closed.

I was locked in this room full of memorial tablets, and the words on them seemed to be dancing in the candlelight.

The more I tried not to pay attention to these memorial tablets, the more I couldn't help but observe them. Once I started observing, I couldn't help but count them one by one. After I finished counting, I was completely stunned.

There were ninety-eight memorial tablets, which means he had ninety-eight brides!

Wouldn't that make me his ninety-ninth bride?

"Want to add your name here?" A deep voice suddenly sounded behind me.

I was so frightened that I took a step back, and my body immediately pressed against a tall, cold body.

It's him!

He appeared behind me like a ghost at some unknown time.

I shook my head. "No, I don't want to."

At this moment, he changed into a black satin robe, his black hair was loose behind him, and his face was so white that it was almost transparent, with only a bright red cinnabar dot between his eyebrows.

His gaze swept coldly over the memorial tablets in the room, then turned to me, his indifferent and cold eyes devoid of any emotion.

"If you don't want your name to appear here, then you'd better listen to me."

"Marrying you is not my wish. From this moment on, we make a three-year agreement. After three years, I will set you free."

When I heard what he said, I clenched my fists tightly. Did he mean that we would get a divorce in three years?

"As compensation, I will grant you a hundred years of life; you will live to be a hundred."

I,"?"

I was stunned, and then I was overjoyed. I knew I could trust my dad!

Is this really true? Not only do I not have to die, but I also get a hundred years of lifespan as compensation after the divorce!

"Really?" My voice trembled at that moment.

Upon hearing my question, his voice instantly turned several degrees colder, "You don't want to?"

I was very willing, but I felt I couldn't show it too obviously, so I suppressed my joy and nodded gently in reply, "It's all up to you, Lord."

I also call him Lord Fu, that's what the paper figures all call him.

"However, if you have other ideas during this time, then..."

He tapped the memorial tablets with his long, slender fingers, and all of them began to vibrate, making a loud, frightening clanging sound.

"You're just like them."

Although I don't know if he is a ghost or something else, as long as I can survive for three years, I can live to be a hundred years old, which is definitely worth the gamble!

High risk often comes with high reward; how can you survive without taking a gamble?

"Okay, I understand." I nodded.

He turned and walked toward the bed. "Go to bed. Go home tomorrow. You don't need to come unless I summon you."

I was stunned again. What's the difference between this and not being married? No need to stay in this weird place, automatic divorce in three years, and a long and healthy life.

Then my dad won't have to worry about me dying anymore, and I can take good care of him and support him in his old age.

I clasped my hands together and thanked the Lord for his gift in my heart. I will absolutely not have any other intentions, please rest assured.

However, as soon as I thought to myself, he suddenly looked up at me. My heart skipped a beat. Surely he couldn't have heard me, could he?