In the season of peach blossoms, the remote Qin Zhang Village was very lively.

The deafening sound of gongs, drums, and firecrackers shook off the peach blossoms and pear blossoms on the branches. They fell on the bridal sedan chair that was about to enter the village, as if there was a rain of petals falling, like a poem and a painting.

Through the curtains of the sedan chair, Liu Yi looked at the joyful people outside and felt extremely heavy-hearted.

"The bride is here. She's here. I've heard about her. She's only eight years old, and she's a 17-year-old scholar. She's nine years old."

Liu Xinyi stretched out her thin, bamboo-like arms and turned into an eight-year-old girl. She didn't want to do that either.

"Even if he is only 18 years old, he has to marry her. Qin Xiucai is dying. This wife was asked by his daughter-in-law to come to the Guanyin Temple. Whether she can live or not depends on this."

Early in the morning, Liu Yiyi's Eldest Concubine was about to sell her off at the bazaar. She thought of a way to escape halfway, but unexpectedly, she threw herself into the arms of Grandma Qin. She somehow bought her.

"If her grandson could live, her daughter would be blessed. A scholar in our village was about to take the exam, but he fell ill."

"If she can't live, then her daughter will be unlucky. She will become a widow at eight years old, and the 20 taels of silver of the Qin family will be wasted."

Liu Yi understood a little. She had been bought to celebrate the Qin family's marriage. She put her hands together and blessed that strange man to live a strong life. She was not afraid of being older than her, nor was she afraid of being a bride, but afraid of being a widow. She would never stand out in her life.

"We bow to heaven and earth, to the hall, to husband and wife, and to the bridal chamber."

The ceremony was complete.

Just as she was about to be led to the backyard with her red veil over her head, she heard an earth-shattering wail from the backyard.

"My son..."

Liu Yiruo's heart sank. "Oh no! I've just married him and he's dead. I'm not happy at all."

She lifted the veil and saw a pair of clear peach blossom eyes that were as clear as water. The peach blossom eyes were wearing a red wedding dress that did not fit her body. Her tender face was filled with curiosity and worry.

Liu Xin was slightly stunned. This was the groom...

"Sanlang, what are you waiting for? Your brother's gone. Hurry up and take a look."

The young man was gently pushed away by the people around him. He frowned, dropped the red silk in his hand, and ran to the backyard.

Liu Yunwu understood that the person she was going to marry was ill and could not get up. The person who was going to pay respects to him was his younger brother, Qin Sanlang, and her future brother-in-law.

Qin Sanlang had handsome features. The two of them were about the same age. If only she could marry him...

Although it was her man who died, it seemed that all this had nothing to do with her.

Liu Yunwu held her chin and sat on the steps in front of the bridal chamber. She kept growling in her stomach. The wedding had turned into a funeral. The family was so busy that she did not know when the meal would start.

"Here you are. Put it on."

Liu Xin looked at Qin Sanlang, whose eyes were red and swollen. He was holding a piece of white cloth in his hand. She reached out and took it. "Do you have anything to eat? I'm hungry."

Who would've thought that Qin Sanlang's mountain-like brows would stand up? He was actually enraged. "Eat, eat, you only know how to eat. My brother's gone, yet you're still eating."

Liu Yi looked at the hemp garment in her hand and helplessly shut her mouth.

This day was really wonderful. In the morning, she almost became a maid. At noon, she became a bride for the wedding, and now she became a widow.

Her identity changed three times a day. Did she offend that immortal?

Last night, she even celebrated her promotion and got a raise with her friends. When she woke up early in the morning, she came to this damn place. She didn't even have a sip of water, let alone eat.

The dead person was the second son of the Qin family. He was the only scholar in the village. Qin Sanlang and he had grown up together. However, she didn't even know his name and had never seen him before. How could she be sad?

Liu Xinyi changed her bride's clothes and knelt in front of the coffin in mourning, keeping her spirit for her husband, whom she had never seen before.

But her brain was thinking about what her fate would be like in the future.

"Here you are." The warm steamed bun was stuffed into her hand. Liu Xin turned her head and looked into the pair of clear peach blossom eyes again. This time, not only were her eyes red and swollen, but her throat was also hoarse.

Liu Xin pinched her steamed bun. Although it was only a small piece, it was enough to fill her stomach.

"Thank you." Liu Xin smiled politely and saw Qin Sanlang looking at her with grief and indignation...