A dowry of one billion, and I'll marry him!

"I'll do it." Shi Yanxia said, taking out a talisman and sticking it on. Suddenly, the red cloth burst open with a "bang," revealing a black box inside.

The box slowly opened, revealing a red note.

Zhan Jinglin reached out and picked it up, seeing that it contained the name of Old Master Zhan, as well as his birth date and time.

"Grandpa," Zhan Jinglin said in a hoarse voice.

His fingertips trembled a few times as he looked at the old man in disbelief.

Upon seeing this, the old man quickly reached out and took the note. Looking at what was written on it, his vision went black, and his fingertips trembled involuntarily. He said, "It's my name and birth date."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Shi Yanxia.

She glanced at it indifferently and said, "This is a life-binding curse. Write your name and birth date inside and bury it under the tree in the old house."

“Old trees are inherently very yin in nature. If you bury your things in one, the old tree will absorb your life force. Over time, you will become exhausted and lethargic, eventually dying silently,” Shi Yanxia explained in a low voice.

After she finished speaking, she crumpled the note.

The note was lit on her fingertips, and she threw it onto the wooden box. The box and the red cloth were burned together, leaving only ashes in no time.

“Not many people know your real name and birth date, and you’re in this old house. Think about who it is,” Shi Yanxia said in a low voice.

Zhan Jinglin and the old man looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Seven months ago, I was reminded in a dream to have a marriage of convenience to bring good luck. You were then brought back by the Shen family. After the marriage, my birth date and time were buried under a tree. I even broke my leg inexplicably when I wanted to see you."

The old man spoke in a deep voice, then his eyes turned cold.

"Someone is preventing me from seeing you and trying to make me die quietly, but it can't be verified."

“I’m dead. Ah Lin’s illness already indicated he wouldn’t live much longer, so after I die, it will soon be his turn. And since you’re not favored by the Shen family, you’ll naturally be manipulated by others.”

"So, what role does the Shen family play in this matter?" Old Master Zhan asked in a deep voice.

Upon hearing the old man's words, Zhan Jinglin exchanged a glance with Shi Yanxia.

“Grandpa, when Shi Yanxia was abandoned, the Shen family immediately adopted Shen Lianchu and took her home, even replacing Shi Yanxia. Now, however, they have suddenly found her and sent her to our Zhan family to bring good luck.”

"It doesn't matter what role the Shen family plays, but the Shen family can no longer be tolerated. Now I have cut off all the Shen family's channels for development, and the Shen family can take control at any time."

"As for the Shen family, if they dare to make another move, perhaps they won't need to live in this world anymore," Zhan Jinglin said coldly.

Shi Yanxia was somewhat surprised when she heard their words.

It's rare for younger generations to have open and honest conversations with their elders, but the Zhan family has a very good atmosphere. The old man doesn't put on airs, and Zhan Jinglin also respects his elders.

"Girl, what do you think if the Zhan family goes after the Shen family?" Old Master Zhan's voice was hoarse.

Shi Yanxia smiled calmly, got up lazily and relaxed, stood there enjoying the breeze, admiring the blooming lotus flowers and watching the koi swimming in the pond.

"Grandpa, my surname is Shi, not Shen. The Shen family has nothing to do with me," Shi Yanxia said in a low voice.

From the moment she was forced to strip naked and film videos by them in her past life, which led to her suicide by jumping off a building, the Shen family has had no further connection with her.

What does blood relation matter? Is she just unlucky?

"Good, with you saying that, Grandpa can rest assured!" The old man laughed heartily, waved his hand, and said, "It's almost time, you all have a meal with the old man."

He had barely finished speaking when the butler, who was not far away, came over and said that lunch was ready.

Zhan Jinglin pushed the wheelchair, with Shi Yanxia following beside him, and the group walked into the house.

The old man was clearly very happy with the meal, and even ate half a bowl more! He even had the housekeeper serve Shi Yanxia various tonics, and watching her sip them, the old man couldn't stop smiling.

"The girl likes to eat these, take them all away in a bit." The old man said, then turned to the butler and said, "Go and pack up all the bird's nest, blood bird's nest, ginseng, and lingzhi mushrooms from the storeroom—things that are nourishing and beautifying—and take them back to her."

"Yes." The butler quickly replied upon seeing this.

Shi Yanxia was about to refuse, but Zhan Jinglin turned his head and whispered in her ear, "Take it. Grandpa is old and doesn't like to eat these things."

"..." Shi Yanxia fell silent.

The man's hot breath tickled her ear. She looked up and saw his Adam's apple bob, his hormones surging.

"Grandpa, are you going back to your room to rest? I'll take you back." Shi Yanxia quickly got up and said to the old man.

When the old man heard her suddenly mention taking him back to his room to rest, he was taken aback for a moment, but he looked at her without making a sound, nodded slightly and said, "Okay, I'm getting old and my health isn't what it used to be."

"I'll do it," Zhan Jinglin said upon seeing this.

He stepped forward to help the wheelchair, with Shi Yanxia following behind. The group took the elevator straight to the third floor. The old man's room was on the east side, and they pushed open the door and entered.

The moment the door closed, Shi Yanxia made it clear.

"Grandpa, I'll give you a talisman." Shi Yanxia said, taking out her bag and emptying its contents onto the table.

Zhan Jinglin looked at the things she emptied from her bag, and the man was somewhat surprised.

Women's bags usually contain cosmetics, but hers contained talismans, cinnabar, and a calligraphy brush. She then picked up the cinnabar and the brush.

“Lift up Grandpa’s trouser legs,” Shi Yanxia said in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Zhan Jinglin immediately strode forward.

He lifted up the old man's trouser leg, revealing his small foot in a cast. Shi Yanxia swung his hand back, splitting the cast open and revealing the bulging veins on the old man's leg.

She frowned slightly, picked up a brush, dipped it in vermilion, and casually drew on his injured leg.

Dark red cinnabar was used to write on her leg in a flamboyant manner. After a while, she bit her fingertip and dripped her blood onto the center of the talisman.

"Hiss." The old man groaned.

The previously unremarkable cinnabar suddenly turned bright red, and was then absorbed by the old man's skin. In no time, the cinnabar disappeared from his leg, as if it had never been applied.

"What happened? It's gone?" The old man was somewhat surprised.

This was the first time he had ever seen it with his own eyes; he never expected that his skin could absorb the cinnabar.

"Try standing up," Shi Yanxia said softly.

The old man and Zhan Jinglin exchanged a glance. Zhan Jinglin stepped forward to help the old man stand up, and as he did so, he asked in a deep voice, "Grandpa, how is your leg? Does it still hurt?"

He asked tentatively, after all, Shi Yanxia's treatment methods were always unconventional.

When they first met, she tore his shirt and ran her body over his body, suppressing the poison in her own body. He was also unable to recover for a long time.