Reborn as the spoiled male wife of the mortal enemy

Before leaving, the head of the Bai family held a blessing ceremony for the tomb-seeking team in front of the Bai family ancestral hall.

The Great Shaman wore a green mask with fangs and a fan-shaped hat. He held a wooden staff with a copper bell tied to it. He wore a wide-sleeved red robe with golden Bagua patterns embroidered on the front and back.

Everyone formed a circle and knelt down respectfully, with the sacred fire burning brightly in the circle.

The sound of bells jingled, and Nanchun lowered his head to see the colorful shoes. He was slightly startled and unconsciously moved back a little, with a sense of foreboding in his heart.

Then, the cold fingertips without a trace of temperature landed on his forehead. He was forced to raise his chin and meet the eyes under the green-faced, fang-toothed mask.

Those eyes were as black as a deep pool, without a trace of white. Her cold fingertips brushed across his brow, leaving a scar as bright red as blood.

Nan Chun stared at him blankly, her heart beating like a drum and her breathing almost stagnant.

Somehow, he could see the abyss from those dark, empty eyes. Not only he, but also Bai Xun, was trapped in the abyss.

"Great Witch, the auspicious time has arrived!"

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and mottled light and shadows fell on the man's moon-white gown, like a dream.

Nanchun relaxed instantly when he looked at the newcomer, and met the Great Wizard's gaze again naturally and fearlessly.

The jingling sound of copper bells faded away, and the man in the moon-white gown stood in front of Nanchun, blocking one piercing and annoying gaze after another.

The music of blessing and prayer started, and everyone stood up.

Nanchun took a deep breath and tried to stand up, but his legs felt weak and unresponsive. A strong hand fell on his arm, and he looked at the man in surprise.

He thought to himself: Huh? Is Second Young Master Bai being kind today?

got windy.

Nanchun couldn't help but shudder. He curled his lips as if mocking his own cowardice. Just a glance at the Great Witch had already drenched his clothes in cold sweat. He suppressed the feeling of discomfiture in his heart, half-leaning on the person beside him with his legs limp, like a scoundrel.

If it were Nan Chun at this time in the previous life, she would definitely not be so close to Bai Xun, let alone be so close to him.

But now he knew that Bai Xun didn't really dislike him. In his previous life, he was used to being close to him, so he could be so casual.

As expected, Bai Xun did not show any impatience. His eyes were fixed on the distance, and his expression was calm and composed.

The great witch danced around the bonfire, waving his wooden stick and muttering an incomprehensible prayer. The bronze bells rang, and the flames danced in the wind.

There were eight people on this trip, led by a member of a branch of the Bai family. Nanchun vaguely remembered this man as Bai Yufeng, whom he had seen several times around the eldest young master.

The lackeys of the Bai family all called him Brother Feng. He was tall, muscular, and dark-skinned. A scar ran from his forehead across his left eye to his earlobe, and he exuded a murderous, bandit-like aura.

Nanchun did not participate in this ceremony in his previous life, so he didn’t know who went with his grandfather.

Nanchun glanced at the crowd and suddenly felt something strange. This time, the scene was grand, but none of the familiar faces who had accompanied his grandfather on his tomb-hunting expeditions were there. Instead, they were filled with young people like Bai Yufeng.

Didn’t you say you were looking for the Bai family’s ancestral tomb?

Why would a group of green hands be sent on such an important trip?

Bai Xun felt someone poking his waist, and he turned his face slightly.

"Hey, why are the people going with my grandpa this time all green hands? None of the veterans are going?" Nanchun asked in a low voice.

Bai Xun said calmly, "These are my eldest brother's elite troops. Some of them even learned some skills in the West. They're much more skilled than those old men. And this time we're just sending in for the front lines. If there's good news, we'll send more people back."

Nanchun looked at him with a frown. Somehow, the more Baixun said this, the more uneasy he felt.

Nanchun wanted to say something, but Baixun grabbed his hand and made him kneel on the ground to salute.

The sound of copper bells came from far away, and people who were traveling danced around the sacred fire with the witch to pray for blessings.

Nan Chun had many questions to ask, but Old Man Nan didn't give him a chance. After the prayer, he packed his bags and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he patted Nanchun's shoulder heavily.

"I've left the house to you. Every time I ask you to clean the cellar, you always look gloomy. When I'm not around, you should shoulder the responsibilities that a man should shoulder!"

Nanchun's nose felt sore, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Grandpa, you must be careful and come back safely!"

A long time later, when Nan Chun recalled this past event, he suddenly understood why Old Man Nan had such a sad yet relieved expression when he patted him on the shoulder.

A few days after Mr. Nan left, Butler Bai personally led people to deliver food, cloth, oil, salt, sugar and some daily necessities to the Nan family.

"Before Mr. Nan left, he specifically asked that part of the commission be converted into daily household expenses and sent to you. The head of the family added some more as appropriate, considering that you and your mother have no one to rely on." Bai Shan said with a smile.

Song Amei said gratefully, "Thank you, Master. Sorry to bother the housekeeper."

"Where is your boy?" Baishan looked around but couldn't find Nanchun.

"A-Chun went to the cemetery. He took over the job of guarding the graves while his grandfather was away."

Bai Shan nodded and said, "The child has grown up and knows how to take on responsibilities."

Snowing.

Nanchun looked up at the sky and saw snowflakes dancing in the air like floating catkins.

"Why are you here?"

The man was wearing a white fox fur cloak and holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Nanchun felt inexplicably guilty when he met his gaze. He curled his lips and hurriedly explained, "I'm not here to steal the offerings! I'm cleaning...guarding the cemetery for Grandpa."

Bai Xun glanced at the cleaned tombstone without any inscriptions, nodded and said, "Thank you."

Nanchun stood there, stunned, as if struck by the thanks. Bai Xun walked straight to the tomb and took out some snacks and pastries from the food box.

"Who is this?" Nanchun asked curiously.

He had never heard of anyone from the Bai family being buried here. He had asked his grandfather before, but he only got three words: "Don't ask too much."

Bai Xun paused as he set the plate and said, "My mother."

Nanchun was shocked when she heard this. Wasn't that distinguished lady buried in the magnificent Bai family tomb? How could there be another tomb here?

"This is the cenotaph I set up for her." Bai Xun's voice was a little hoarse. "Everyone says that she is buried with my father in the Bai family tomb, but I don't think so."

Nanchun pursed her lips and said, "Do you think she's still alive?"

Bai Xun suddenly turned around and looked at him, and asked in surprise: "Why do you say that?"