After being forced into a marriage with a wealthy family, the virtuous wife caused a huge uproar.

When Rong Yingluo arrived at the Rong family's gate, she saw a large expanse of red in the distance.

A large red sedan chair carried by eight men was parked outside the door, and several servants with red ribbons tied around their waists were knocking on the door and shouting.

"The auspicious hour has arrived. Please, Miss Rong, board the bridal sedan chair—"

"Damn it, how did they get here so fast?" Rong Yingluo cursed inwardly.

Two days ago, she received a message from her servant that the Emperor had decreed that her eldest sister would be betrothed to the heir of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion.

The title of the heir of the Duke of Zhenguo sounds impressive, but he is actually a devil who has killed four brides in a row.

The eldest sister had a fiancé she loved and they were about to get married when she suddenly heard this terrible news. She couldn't think straight and committed suicide by poisoning herself.

Her father quickly sent a message, asking her to come home and discuss a solution.

She traveled for a day and a night, changing horses several times, and barely managed to catch up, only to be caught at this critical juncture.

Rong Yingluo lifted the mask on her face, turned her horse around, went around to the back door, and with a few leaps, jumped into the Rong family's backyard.

"Who?" Madam Rong was crying sadly when she was startled by the sudden appearance of the person.

"Mother, it's me."

"My son, you're finally back. Come and see your elder sister." Madam Rong said, tears falling once again.

Rong Yingluo walked to the bedside.

The woman on the bed looked exactly like her, her eyes closed, lying quietly.

They were twin sisters.

When I was three years old, a Taoist priest came into the house asking for water. In gratitude, he told the family a fortune, saying that the Rong family was facing a life-or-death calamity. If they wanted to avert it, they needed to let him take one of their daughters away and tell everyone that she had died young.

From then on, she was taken to Qingyun Temple to study Taoism and medicine under her master, returning home once every three years.

Her eldest sister always treated her very well during every family reunion.

The eldest sister knew that she had sacrificed herself for the Rong family and become a Taoist priest in asceticism. She always wanted to make up for the lack of sisterly affection she had, and would give her the good things she had collected each time.

Every time they parted, the eldest sister would cry her heart out, unwilling to let go of her hand.

Seeing her lifeless older sister lying on the bed, her eyes instantly reddened.

"She's still clinging to life, it's been four days, and she hasn't woken up yet. The doctor said if she doesn't wake up today, she might never..." Madam Rong couldn't finish her sentence.

Her heart ached terribly; her daughter, whom she had pampered for sixteen years, was about to leave her.

Rong Yingluo's resentment, which had raged for two days, eased slightly; at least she wasn't dead.

Sit down and take my pulse.

After a short while, he released his hand, took out silver needles, and deftly inserted them into several acupoints, then pricked his fingertip to let the blood flow.

The needle was removed after 15 minutes, and another pill was given.

"Mother, eldest sister will wake up in an hour at most," Rong Yingluo assured her.

"That's wonderful. I'm so glad you're back. But..." Madam Rong couldn't be happy. Her eldest daughter had woken up, but she still had to get married, and she was still destined to die.

"Mother, if my eldest sister doesn't want to marry, I will marry her instead," Rong Yingluo said resolutely.

At this moment, she already knew what the great calamity her master had mentioned about the Rong family was.

This is the wedding we're having today.

What kind of mansion could have killed four brides and now driven the eldest sister to suicide?

She remembered this grudge.

She's going to cause chaos and unrest in the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion.

The Rong family couldn't resist imperial power, but she had plenty of ways to make a mansion restless.

"Yingluo, no!" Madam Rong was shocked. She couldn't bear to part with her eldest daughter, and she couldn't bear to part with her second daughter either.

"Mother, don't worry, I won't die. I've been practicing Taoism and medicine with my master since I was little, and I also know some martial arts. I've been to the battlefields of the Northern Frontier with my master, so I can definitely handle a mere mansion. Once I'm on the bridal sedan chair, you and Father should immediately arrange for my eldest sister to go to Qingyun Temple for temporary refuge," Rong Yingluo assured her.

"But......"

"Mother, no buts. I will definitely return to my parents' home in three days. I promise," Rong Yingluo said with great certainty.

Madam Rong's tears fell even more fiercely: "My child, it is the Rong family that has wronged you. We failed to protect you and your sister."

Currently, the only way to resolve the Rong family's crisis is for the second daughter to marry into the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion while bearing the identity of the eldest daughter.

"Mother, please do my hair and makeup!" Rong Yingluo removed her travel-worn clothes and sat down in front of the dressing table.

"Alright, Mother will do my hair." Madam Rong picked up the heavy wooden comb with tears in her eyes.

The daughter, who grew up away from home, is the hope for saving the entire Rong family.

Her heart ached even more.

"My son, you must stay safe and sound. If you cannot live, your mother will go with you."

Madam Rong's tears dripped onto her daughter's back, burning Rong Yingluo's heart with intense sorrow.

"Mother, don't cry, today is my joyous day."

"Mom didn't cry."

"Do you know why the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion sought to marry my eldest sister?" Rong Yingluo couldn't understand it at all.

One is a first-class noble, and the other is a low-class merchant. Logically speaking, the two are completely unrelated.

"Alas, since the young master Gu married his first wife at the age of eighteen, he has married four wives in five years, and none of them have lived more than a month. Later, his requirements for marrying a wife were lowered more and more. The Duchess was known as the most kind stepmother in the capital, and she tried every means to find a wife for the young master. In the end, she chose your eldest sister and directly asked the imperial decree to grant the marriage." Madam Rong was so sad that she really wanted to risk her life.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

When Rong Yingluo put on the wedding robe and phoenix crown, coupled with her unique temperament, she was truly as beautiful as a fairy.

"Madam, the people from the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion are about to break down the door. What should we do?" Rong Zhengqing, the head of the Rong family, rushed in.

"Father! Don't worry," Rong Yingluo comforted him.

Rong Zhengqing thought he was seeing things. Wasn't his eldest daughter unconscious?

Looking at the bed again, the eldest daughter lay motionless.

"Yingluo! You..." Rong Zhengqing's eyes reddened. Seeing his second daughter's attire, he knew everything. "Sigh!"

He sent his servant to Qingyun Temple to ask his second daughter to come back and save his eldest daughter, but she ended up wearing her wedding dress instead.

"Let's go." Rong Yingluo stood up from the chair, flicked her sleeves, and released her aura, exuding a queenly presence.

Just then, a loud bang was heard.

"What's going on?" Madam Rong was startled.

"Mother, the gate has been torn down by the servants of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion." Rong Yingluo could guess without even thinking.

Sure enough, as soon as the three of them stepped out of the inner courtyard, the servants of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion rushed in, shoving and pushing the Rong family's servants, with the leader shouting loudly.

"The Rong family is just a merchant family. It is an honor for you that the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion thinks highly of your young lady. Moreover, it is a marriage bestowed by the Emperor. This is a blessing that Miss Rong has accumulated over many lifetimes. Don't be ungrateful."

"Stop it, all of you!" Rong Zhengqing shouted angrily.

The Duke of Zhenguo's mansion is truly something else; is this a wedding or a kidnapping?

"Father, your son is useless. I failed to guard the gate." Rong Zhixiu, the eldest son of the Rong family, lowered his head in frustration.

He was responsible for guarding the gate, but the other side brought too many people, and he did his best.

"Fine, carry your sister to the bridal sedan chair." Rong Zhengqing waved his hand helplessly.

Ultimately, you can't fight city hall.

The Rong family were merely merchants in the capital; how could they possibly contend with the power of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion?

"Wait a minute, your Rong family is the richest in the capital, and she's marrying the heir of our Duke's mansion. The dowry can't be small." The head servant only saw the bride come out, but didn't see any dowry being carried.

The Duchess had privately instructed him to bring the bride and dowry back to the mansion.

Rong Yingluo narrowed her eyes dangerously.

Do you want to take her dowry?

It also depends on whether she agrees or not.