When the third watch drum sounded, knocking suddenly echoed from within the joyous coffin. The red silk-wrapped coffin lid creaked open with a groan, pale fingertips gripping the coffin's edge as Lotus' ashen countenance emerged from the shadows. The lonely spirits and wild ghosts wandering in the night caught the scent of an underworld judge and immediately scattered like startled birds and beasts. In her previous life, she had been merely the youngest daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, dying of illness at three years old, never even seeing her parents and elder brothers' final moments as they died wrapped in horsehide on the battlefield. More hateful still, their loyal souls had been framed by treacherous men, their path to reincarnation severed. Now, borrowing another's corpse to return her soul, she lifted the coffin lid only to encounter those familiar features—the bridegroom was none other than Yanmo, her childhood companion who had always kept sugar figurines hidden in his sleeves in their past life.