"It’s not that reason, but rather there are too many negative scandals surrounding the Jun Xiangyi Goddess, making people want to steer clear. No one dares to marry her. If it weren’t for the scandals and if she were a Goddess, a marriage alliance wouldn’t be completely unacceptable even for my hot-headed brothers," Long Yubei took off his shoes and lay down, "That’s why I suspect they might be conspiring together."
"They dare to do this?"
"I’m just speculating the possibility, not saying it’s definitely them."
Gu Lili glanced at the time, "It’s getting late, I’ll take a bath."
She paused mid-step, pointing at him with her finger, "You bathe after I’m done. Besides, you already had a bath when you came back from the ancestral grave. Are you trying to wash off your skin by bathing again?"
Long Yubei obediently lay there waiting, and after twenty or so minutes, when Gu Lili came out wearing a bathrobe, he was already asleep.
Gu Lili checked on the child, changed his diaper, and prepared two bottles of formula to feed him, then climbed into bed beside him and fell asleep.
Long Yubei instructed Tang Qingli to find a female corpse.
Preferably one that died by drowning.
After all, those with severe illnesses or who died jumping from heights were no good.
A drowning corpse was far better; it would be in one piece, and without pain.
It was a coincidence.
Tang Qingli actually came across one.
She was a migrant worker.
Her parents had disapproved of her relationship, so she and her lover planned a suicide pact.
But while she couldn’t swim, her lover could. After jumping into the river, he had second thoughts and survived, then went to inform her family.
The man got away scot-free while the woman lost her life.
Tang Qingli bought the body for a million under the guise of a funeral marriage.
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Seeing Tang Qingli’s generosity, paying a million for a corpse, they agreed to it.
They figured, buried or not, it would just be a set of bones.
The body was brought to Qin Garden.
"Give me all her information."
"Here, Young Madam." Tang Qingli handed over a stack of documents to her.
Gu Lili took them, reading the information while looking at the pale, waterlogged corpse.
The body’s name was Ding Xiang, which immediately made Gu Lili think of lilac flowers.
She was quite characteristic-looking—20 years old, from a poor family, didn’t graduate high school, followed her cousin out to work last year, and met her current lover Bai Jiahuan at the factory. It was her first love, and she fell deeply and passionately in love.
But because the two were from different cities with notable social standing differences, both sets of parents disapproved. His parents thought she was unworthy of him, while her parents thought he looked down on their family and that their daughter would be at a disadvantage if married into his family—an absurd reason in the eyes of Gu Lili.
She could tell what the situation was with just one look—the man’s family owned a shopfront property and bought a house in the town center, while the woman was merely from a rural area in a market town.
If his family were really wealthy, would he be working on the factory assembly line?
She didn’t understand where his sense of superiority came from.
The rest of the information was about her education, friends, relatives, and so on.
After reviewing everything, with Long Yubei’s help, Gu Lili left her own body and entered Ding Xiang’s body.
Her own body was placed inside the still-existent Ice Flame Stone Coffin.
Ding Xiang’s memories flashed through her mind one by one.
The information in the documents matched the memories.