A master of metaphysics is farming.

It was past dusk, and the setting sun illuminated a narrow village road. At this moment, a group of people dressed in festive attire were carrying a small sedan chair through the village. The matchmaker at the front of the group walked hurriedly and looked a little disheveled. Her bulky body was already heavy, and now she was running even more sluggishly.

"Why did I have to die on the road of all people? What bad luck!"

She cursed as she walked back. If you looked closely, you could see a broken trail of blood on the path she had walked, and blood was still dripping from under the sedan chair she was being carried.

The sedan bearers, disregarding the weight on their shoulders, hurried towards the distant village. A cool breeze lifted the sedan curtain, revealing a woman with her eyes closed, dressed in a rose-red wedding gown. Upon closer inspection, beneath the wide sleeves, her wrist rested on her knee, bleeding profusely.

As dusk fell, the sedan chair bearers walked quickly and arrived at the village in no time. The villagers, who had just finished eating, saw the sedan chair turn around and hurriedly stopped what they were doing to follow it. They walked all the way to a house at the end of the village.

The sedan chair landed heavily, and the matchmaker stormed forward, banging on the door. "Get out here! How dare you give me a dead man! You're asking for it!"

These words caused an uproar, with many expressing surprise and regret.

As everyone approached the bridal sedan chair and lifted the curtain, they saw the girl inside with a deathly pale face, and were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly.

The door, which the matchmaker had nearly knocked to pieces, was pulled open from the inside. A woman in a thin cotton coat, who was about to get angry, changed her expression instantly when she saw it was the matchmaker. "Auntie, what's going on?"

The matchmaker pushed away the newcomer's affectionate attempt to link arms and rushed into the courtyard, shouting, "What's wrong with you! You gave me a dead man! Give me back my money!"

Another elderly woman who came out with her stared wide-eyed in anger, "What?! How is this possible! She was perfectly fine when she left!"

The matchmaker didn't bother with her; she had personally checked the girl's breath and found she was already dead!

She raised her hand and beckoned to the sedan chair bearers, "Someone! Find the silver for this old woman!"

Before the two could stop them, the sedan chair bearers rushed into her room and ransacked it. The old woman and the young woman followed them in and began to struggle. Then, a large man and two children came out of the door next door.

Two children supported the pale-faced woman, whose eyes were streaked with tears and whose forehead was wrapped in a white cloth. "He'er... is she dead?"

"elder sister……"

Unlike the noise from the other room, this person was crying uncontrollably, staggering as they approached the bridal sedan chair.

Just as they stepped out of the threshold, the bridal sedan chair suddenly swayed a few times, startling the villagers who pulled and tugged at each other, taking several steps back and staring intently at the sedan chair, as if afraid something might jump out of it.

The bridal sedan chair swayed a few times before suddenly becoming quiet, causing everyone's hearts to race.

"boom!"

The sedan chair door was kicked open in full view of everyone, falling heavily to the ground. The dull thud struck everyone's hearts, making them tremble with fear.

Inside the house, the arguing and pulling continued, but outside it was unusually quiet. Everyone watched as a rose-red figure stepped out of the bridal sedan chair. She lowered her head, and even from the side, it was clear that her complexion was terrible.

Xiang He glanced down at the sedan chair, then stomped on it, breaking it in two. He bent down, picked up the broken chair, and weighed it in his hand. When he looked up again, his expression was calm to the point of being indifferent.

Her cut wrist was already bandaged, and if you looked closely, you could see a faint halo around it.

"He girl...?"

Xiang He turned her head slightly and saw the woman with an injury on her forehead. She was thin with sunken cheeks, and her haggard face had a pair of shocked eyes, which were filled with excitement.

This was the original owner's mother. Xiang He smiled gently at her, "Mother, it's me."

Upon hearing the sound, Su could not bear the pain in her heart. Her legs went weak and she sat down on the ground, bursting into tears. Her two half-grown children hugged her on either side and cried along with her.

Xiang He glanced at it indifferently, then stepped into the house. It was very noisy inside, so she raised her hand and smashed the sedan chair against the door frame.

The loud noise made everyone inside turn around. When the old woman saw Xiang He, her eyes lit up and she ran towards her, grabbing Xiang He's arm and yelling, "You old hag! He's still alive! You're just trying to rob me!"

As she spoke, a malice seeped into her triangular eyes, and she glared fiercely at Xiang He, "You little brat, are you pretending to be dead?!" Her resentment deepened, and she gritted her teeth while tightening her grip on Xiang He's hand, "You'd better get in the sedan chair obediently, or else..."

Her vicious eyes darted to the doorway, threatening Xiang He's family.

Xiang He smiled, then suddenly raised the sedan chair with his right hand and smashed it down mercilessly at her hand—

Unfortunately, she dodged it. Xiang He clicked her tongue lightly, "The old woman is quick to collect."

The old woman who was standing next to her was instantly enraged upon hearing this. "You wretched girl! You've gone too far!"

She rolled up her sleeves and rushed forward, followed by her eldest daughter-in-law, Madam Yu. "Auntie, hurry and grab her! I want to personally take her to Master Xu's mansion!"

The matchmaker, a few steps away, sneered, "What, what kind of drama are you trying to put on now? Hurry up and return the money so I can explain to Master Xu, or your whole family will suffer!"

The matchmaker knew perfectly well that if this girl dared to cut herself in the wedding sedan chair, who knew what kind of trouble she would cause after being sent there? It would be better to honestly return the money; at most, she would have to kowtow a few more times, and that would settle the matter.

Madam Yu didn't expect the matchmaker to help; how could a skinny little girl be as strong as her?

Seeing that Xiang He was about to be caught, her younger siblings rushed over to protect her from behind. Su Shi staggered over as well, shouting, "Let go of He girl! We won't marry her!"

Xiang He raised an eyebrow and glanced back at the two younger children. "Let go for now. Your older sister can handle it. Go and help Mother so she doesn't fall. Be good."

Her gaze was gentle yet resolute, and the two siblings, slightly taken aback, obediently let go of her hands.

Feeling the hands on her waist loosen, Xiang He didn't move, letting the two women grab her arms from either side. The obvious disdain in her eyes infuriated the old woman and Madam Yu, who tightened their grip, trying to pull her towards the bridal sedan chair outside the door.

No matter how hard they tried, they still couldn't drag Xiang He.

Xiang He smiled contemptuously. "Didn't you eat?" As she spoke, the sedan chair fell to the ground. She grabbed the two men's forearms with her hands, interlocked her fingers, and suddenly slammed them together.

"Ouch!"

The two bumped their heads together, wincing in pain and clutching their heads. The old woman pointed at Xiang He and cursed, "You damned bastard!"

Xiang He ignored them, hooked the sedan chair with her toe, and walked step by step toward the bed. The sedan chair carriers saw how formidable this girl was and kept a few steps away from her, afraid that she would take her anger out on them and beat them up with the sedan chair.

The people outside were stunned. He Yatou was usually gentle, but they never expected her to be so tough today!

Xiang He remained leisurely, tapping the bed board with the sliding pole in her hand. The sound struck the old woman's ears, and she rushed over in alarm, ignoring her headache, yelling, "You brat! Get out of here!"

Hearing the sound, Xiang He's lips curled slightly, and he raised the sedan chair high and struck it down forcefully—

"boom!"

The sedan chair broke, and a hole was smashed in the bed board. Inside was a red cloth bag. Xiang He reached out and took it out, pinched it between two fingers and gently shook it in front of her eyes. She turned to them and smiled brightly.

The old woman was furious and rushed forward to snatch it, but Xiang He easily dodged and jumped onto the bed. Seeing Xiang He's posture, the people outside the door suppressed their laughter. Anyone with eyes could see that Xiang He was treating her like a dog, pushing her here and tripping her there.

"Give it back to me! If I catch you, you wretched girl, you're dead!"

Xiang He hopped over to the matchmaker, his eyes catching a glimpse of a pink figure running back from outside. He tilted his head, leaned closer to the matchmaker, and crossed his arms, saying, "Mrs., do you want twenty taels of silver, or..."

She raised her chin, and the matchmaker looked out.

“My second sister has a better figure than me, a rosier complexion, fairer skin, and is quite pretty. Why don’t you leave the silver with the old woman and let my second sister deliver it?”