Fast Travel: The Hundred-Life Couple

The moment the amulet broke, Dong Jian felt heavy all over and his internal organs felt uncomfortable. It seemed as if cold air was pouring into his body from every limb, and the blood flowing in his veins was almost frozen.

After he took out the amulet and put it on again, his body warmed up and his complexion returned to a rosy complexion from the feeling of shortness of breath just now.

His eyes were extremely bright and he stared at Ye Xiaoli in amazement, as if he was looking at a treasure.

Is this the power of being a good person for ten generations?

Just because she disliked me a little bit, I suffered such a severe backlash. I couldn't imagine how powerful the merit she would repay me would be if I really won her heart at the last moment of my death.

Bai Lian had said before that people with good luck will have a smooth life and be rich and honorable.

He couldn't wait for that day to come.

"Prince Dong!" Ye Bailian, who had changed his surname, felt the amulet shatter and came to Dong Jian as fast as he could.

"Sister! Prince Dong is just fond of you and has come here with his parents and sincerity to propose marriage. Even if you don't like him, there's no need to reject and humiliate him like this!"

She felt sorry for Dong Jian being humiliated and said to Ye Xiaoli with dissatisfaction.

"You, a burden brought by my stepmother, are here to lecture me? I can't learn your mother's behavior. She can marry anyone, and she marries again and again, as if she can't live without a man."

"In the end, she even married her former brother-in-law, my father. This is a complete disregard for human ethics, moral degradation, and the decline of social morality.

I really don’t know how my father, a Minister of Rites who married his former sister-in-law, managed to escape the accusations of those censors?

You don't know how to seize such a powerful evidence. It seems your political opponents are all useless."

"No wonder you rose so quickly after marrying my mother. Was it because you exploited my grandfather's trust in you and colluded with that bunch of losers to frame and dismiss my grandfather, a brilliant and sharp-tongued censor who criticized current ills and was determined to rid the court of corrupt officials? So, out of gratitude for your kindness, they turned a blind eye to your actions?"

Ye Xiaoli knew that Fang Yinyin was hiding behind the screen, so he said this on purpose.

Because although Fang Yinyin married Ye Shaode as she wished, Ye Shaode basically did not allow her to go out in public, for fear that her past experience would be leaked and would be detrimental to his career.

Even when Marquis Yingwu and his wife came to ask for Ye Xiaoli's hand in marriage, she was not allowed to attend in a proper manner.

Although she was provided with a comfortable seat and refreshments behind the screen, she was ultimately unpresentable.

Such treatment has always been a thorn in Fang Yinyin's heart. Now, Ye Xiaoli has blatantly torn off her face and thrown it to the ground to step on it.

Although Fang Yinyin knew that no one could see her behind the screen, she was still very embarrassed.

But she couldn't make a sound when being insulted by a junior, otherwise she would be the only one to become a laughing stock in the eyes of everyone present.

She covered her mouth tightly, her eyes filled with resentment and malice!

How could Ye Xiaoli, whose mouth was as smeared with arsenic, actually be a good person for ten generations? Why was she so unconvinced?

Ye Shaode's face had turned as black as charcoal. He truly loved Fang Yinyin, but the look he gave Ye Xiaoli was filled with murderous intent.

Then Ye Xiaoli stared at Ye Bailian and said, "My burden, although I heard that you have been practicing in the mountains with a Taoist master since you were young, I was lucky enough to find a book about physiognomy, and I do have some talent for physiognomy."

At this time, except for Ye Bailian, Ye Shaode, and Fang Yinyin who was hiding behind the screen, everyone else looked suspicious.

When Ye Bailian was called, she subconsciously observed Ye Xiaoli carefully, only to find that the other party was shrouded in mystery. She was shocked to realize that she could no longer see the other party's fate clearly.

What the hell is going on here?

She looked at Ye Xiaoli with a strange smile, and felt an ominous premonition in her heart.

As expected, Ye Xiaoli opened his mouth with a powerful bomb: "You, this burden, are clearly the bastard child of my father and Fang Yinyin, a disgusting thing like a sewer rat. And now you have the nerve to appear in front of me, the legitimate daughter of the original wife, and tell me what to do?"

With a "click", Yin Yin accidentally knocked over the teacup behind the screen, and the living room was silent for a moment.

"You, you're talking nonsense! My biological father's surname was Liu. He was an unknown bookstore owner. He passed away a long time ago. Can't you show some respect to the deceased?"

Ye Bailian's face turned red as she was stared at by her beloved's family.

She felt that the gazes of her future parents-in-law were like knives cutting into her face, making her feel extremely embarrassed.

Ye Xiaoli sneered: "Not only can I see that you and my father look like father and daughter, I can also see that you and Dong Shizi look like husband and wife, do you believe it?"

"This..." Liu Bailian's heart trembled. She glanced at Dong Jian secretly. Seeing that he looked thoughtful, she bit her lip and shook her head, "I don't believe it."

Ye Xiaoli's smile deepened: "I don't believe it either."

She turned to the Yingwu Marquis family and said, "That's fine, doesn't your son want to marry me? Then let Ye Bailian be my concubine. If Prince Dong agrees to take Ye Bailian as his concubine first and hand over her indenture to me, I will agree to this marriage!"

"No!"

Fang Yinyin behind the screen no longer cared about her face. She walked out of the screen and protected Ye Bailian like a tigress, staring at Ye Xiaoli with murderous eyes.

"Why not! Ye Bailian's identity is unknown, and being my son's concubine would be an honor for her!"

Upon hearing this, the Yingwu Marquis' family felt that they saw hope, especially the Marquis' wife, who had completely forgotten that it was Ye Bailian who came up with the idea of letting Dong Jian marry Ye Xiaoli.

"We agree!" the Marquis's wife said hurriedly.

Fang Yinyin growled, "You're dreaming! My daughter will never be a concubine!"

What's more, it is unacceptable to be a concubine under Ye Xiaoli when she is the mistress. It would be like breaking her heart.

The atmosphere was tense.

Neither Yingwu Hou nor Ye Shaode spoke, but one stood in solidarity with Madam Hou, while the other resolutely defended Fang Yinyin. Madam Hou and Fang Yinyin's attitudes mirrored those of Yingwu Hou and Ye Shaode.

At this moment, what everyone cared about most was Dong Jian's own attitude.

Dong Jian covered his lips with a handkerchief and coughed a few times, his eyes flashing.

When he raised his head again, he glanced at Ye Bailian, then, regardless of the hint from Madam Hou's eyes, he shook his head firmly and said, "Miss Ye, I'm sorry that I can't agree to your request.

No matter whose daughter Miss Ye Bailian is, she was just a baby when she was born. She couldn't choose her birth, and she shouldn't be the target of your revenge because of her birth.

"Ms. Ye, although I like you, I cannot destroy another woman's life in this way just for you."

"I was reckless in bringing my parents here to disturb you today. I hope Miss Ye will forgive me."

As he said this, he was about to leave with his parents.

Ye Xiaoli shrugged nonchalantly: "I've already given you the opportunity, but you didn't want it. I was born with a mother but never raised by a father, and my stepmother has always wanted to kill me. I'm used to lacking love, so I just like my husband to do whatever he wants."

"And you, obviously, don't meet the most basic requirements."

Ye Shaode and Fang Yinyin looked as ugly as if they had eaten shit. Dong Jian's eyes darkened, but he still said in a good temper: "Miss Ye, I really like you. As long as you are not married, I will always wait for you. I hope that one day in the future you can change your mind."

Marquis Yingwu and his wife were very unwilling, but Fang Yinyin and Ye Shaode were relieved.

"Wait!" When the Dong family of three turned around, Ye Bailian's eyes were filled with tears. She was deeply moved by the great sacrifice Dong Jian made for her.

So, she decided to sacrifice herself for Dong Jian as well.

It’s just a piece of indenture, how can she, a member of the Xuanmen sect, be bound by a piece of paper?

Besides, according to her original plan, the day of Ye Xiaoli's wedding would be the day of her death. As long as Ye Xiaoli died, wouldn't she be able to be made the legitimate wife by Dong Jian at any time?

At that time, she would still be his only wife.

The three members of the Dong family immediately stopped and turned to look at her expectantly.

She glanced at Dong Jian with a subtle and affectionate look, and said, "I am willing to be the concubine of Prince Dong. I can sign the indenture contract now!"

"Bai Lian, you're confused! What are you thinking about? You must not sign this indenture!" Fang Yinyin advised earnestly. If it were her other two sons, she would have slapped them long ago.

But this daughter has not been with her since she was a child. When facing Ye Bailian, she always lacks confidence and can't help but give in.

Ye Bailian ignored Fang Yinyin and only gave Ye Shaode a knowing look. Ye Shaode swallowed his objection and persuaded Fang Yinyin: "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Let her do whatever she wants."

Fang Yinyin covered her heart and sat aside, crying silently.

On the other side, Marquis Yingwu and his wife were overjoyed. They quickly called for pen and ink and urged Ye Shaode, as the calligrapher and the pen holder, to write the indenture. Marquis Yingwu acted as the guarantor and Ye Xiaoli, as the buyer, bought Ye Bailian with a copper coin.

"...I'm afraid there's no way back, and I'll never be able to return. I'm selling this for record..."

After Ye Shaode finished writing this sentence, Ye Xiaoli drew a few strokes lightly in the air with his fingers, and a talisman was silently pasted on it.

Then several people signed and took it to the household registration department of the Ministry of Household Affairs to go through the formalities.

Only then will this indenture be completely effective.

Ye Bailian became Ye Xiaoli's true slave, from body to soul. She had to do whatever Ye Xiaoli wanted her to do.

It's not just a contract of sale.

It is the "golden hoop" that Ye Xiaoli uses to legally control Ye Bailian in the human and ghost worlds.

Let me put it this way, with this certificate, as long as Ye Bailian does not die like in her previous life, no matter how many times she is reincarnated, she is destined to become Ye Xiaoli's reincarnated slave.

For eternity, there is no escape.

Ye Bailian vaguely sensed this the moment she finished the formalities at the household registration department. The mark of slavery was branded on her soul.

She turned around and stared at Ye Xiaoli in panic: "What on earth did you do to me?"