I'm Ximen Qing, living in a ghost story!

"Oh no! Someone's coming!"

Xiaoqian stared wide-eyed and looked around.

At this moment, Miss Cui lay on the couch, her clothes tattered from the explosion of the talisman, her face pale and covered in sweat from the intense pain.

Ximen Qing, who had been forced back, was now dressed in tattered clothes, covered in sweat, and his body and face were a mess.

Grass!

There's no way to whitewash this!

Boom boom boom!

A knock sounded at the door, followed by a deep, elderly woman's voice: "Ji'er, what has happened? Don't be afraid. If there are bad people, Grandma can stand up for you! Open the door quickly!"

The three people inside the room looked at each other in bewilderment.

Xiaoqian lowered her voice and pointed to the window in the distance, saying, "Ximen Qing, why don't you leave first?"

Ximen Qing rolled his eyes, looking at the silly yet adorable little girl. Before he could speak, Miss Cui said, "No! Grandmother is meticulous; there must already be a crowd around."

"What should we do then!"

Xiaoqian panicked for a moment.

"Please speak the truth, I cannot be a burden to you both!"

Cui Ji wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, panting.

"But Sister Aji..."

Xiaoqian knew that Miss Cui couldn't possibly handle it; after all, in this era, having another man in one's boudoir was a big deal.

"No!"

Ximen Qing stood up abruptly and waved his hand.

"This is clearly a well-prepared move. Even if we tell the truth, do you think your family will believe us?"

Just as the three were discussing, the sound of banging on the door was heard outside.

An elderly woman's voice snapped, "So, it really is a thief within the family! They said they weren't feeling well these past few days because there was something going on, and I didn't believe them. But it turns out it's true! Break down the barrier!"

This dilapidated little courtyard can't hold out for long.

"Sister Xiaoqian, and this monk, this is my family matter, I can't involve you... As for my grandmother, at worst, it's just a matter of keeping family scandals private, and she'll simply give me away to someone else..."

Miss Cui's face stiffened slightly.

"Giving" it to others is nothing more than offering it as an item to high-ranking officials and nobles as a concubine to cultivate relationships. This is actually the future she can foresee.

However, having returned from the brink of death, she is no longer afraid of any unexpected changes.

"Sister Aji." Xiaoqian looked at her, not knowing what to say for a moment.

But at that moment, Ximen Qing suddenly turned to the young woman he was meeting for the first time and asked, "Miss Cui, since things have come to this, why don't we put on this act?"

"Um?"

Miss Cui was somewhat stunned, as if she understood something. A hint of shock flashed in her eyes, and she hurriedly waved her hands: "No...no, Master, how can I burden you? If we really...wouldn't that confirm that our relationship is ambiguous..."

Miss Cui took a few steps back.

But Ximen Qing had already stepped forward and pulled him into his arms with lightning speed.

At the same time, the door was broken open, and a group of servants and maids filed in.

What came into view was a scene of utter chaos, with Cui Ji barely clothed and Ximen Qing standing at the forefront.

This kid is still shamelessly holding Cui Ji, his charming eyes sparkling, handsome and dashing.

"Hmph! Cui Ji! What are you doing? You've completely disgraced the Cui family's thousand-year-old reputation!"

Grandmother Cui, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, walked in with several women. Looking at the scene before her, she stomped her foot angrily, looking utterly disappointed.

Behind Cui's grandmother, several women had visibly strange expressions.

It wasn't like seeing a scene beyond our comprehension; it was more like having a preconceived image in our minds, only to be left bewildered and helpless as reality unfolded beyond our control.

When I killed those little devils, I was too quick and didn't ask them carefully. It seems there's more to the story of the ghost baby's reincarnation.

"grandmother……"

The woman in his arms trembled at those words; the suppression of her bloodline was terrifying.

However, at this moment, a reassuring voice came from above: "Grandmother, this junior, Ximen Qing, greets you."

"Who's your grandmother?! Wait, what did you say your name was?"

Grandma Cui glared at Ximen Qing, as if she wanted to poke a dozen transparent holes in him with her gaze.

But upon hearing the name, after a moment's thought, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Indeed, I am Ximen Qing, and this is my fiancée, Xiaoqian, the only daughter of Magistrate Nie."

Ximen Qing, in a very open and frank manner, pointed to Xiaoqian, who was hiding behind him, and introduced her in front of everyone.

Xiaoqian waved awkwardly.

"You! Then...then you and Cui Ji..."

Grandma Cui looked at the three people in front of her; their CPUs were practically burning out.

"Ahem, well, Miss Xiaoqian is my future wife, so naturally I had to come and see my future sister."

"What?"

Everyone was shocked by these shameless words. They stared at Ximen Qing, mouths agape, speechless.

Even Xiaoqian and Cui Ji stared at him in a daze.

Bringing his fiancée to visit his girlfriend—how novel!

"No! I absolutely disagree! Ximen Qing! You take Xiaoqian and leave right now, and I'll pretend you were never here!"

Grandmother Cui immediately flew into a rage and ordered her servants to rush forward and snatch Cui Ji back.

Unfortunately, these servants had no strength at all. With Ximen Qing's advanced physique (level two after birth), he easily kicked away the group of people who surrounded him.

"Grandmother, please don't be so angry. There are still some things I haven't finished saying. I've come today for two reasons: first, to bring Xiaoqian to see Cui Ji, and second, to avenge Aji. In your household, someone is abusing evil magic and witchcraft to harm Aji. Are you going to do anything about it?"

"Huh?" Grandmother Cui felt like she had the worst luck of the day. She looked at Ximen Qing, wondering if she had misheard.

"What did you say?"

"I say, someone in your household is harboring evil sorcerers who are harming the sisters in your family," Ximen Qing shouted loudly, his voice booming.

Startled, Grandmother Cui quickly threw down her cane and rushed forward, hurriedly saying, "Shut up! My Cui family has maintained a clean reputation for a thousand years. How could we dare to keep a sorcerer? And this matter of witchcraft is utter nonsense!"

"Oh!? Is that so? Then please ask Master Guyunzi of Laoshan Temple in the south of the city to come over. He is a man who hates evil as if it were his enemy. He can't sleep a day without killing a few demons and ghosts. Why don't we give it a try?"

Ximen Qing looked around and, sure enough, several women avoided his gaze and dared not meet his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Grandmother Cui stomped her foot in anger and scolded, "You brat, you shouldn't air your dirty laundry in public! What good will it do you to make this a big deal? Aren't you afraid of ruining your reputation?"

"Ha!" Ximen Qing chuckled, pointing to his nose. "Do I, Ximen Qing, have such a thing as a reputation? If the old lady doesn't investigate, I'll go out and find a few storytellers to spread the word about how harmonious your Cui family is, and how respectful the sisters are."

"you!!!"