Did someone from the Zhao family, who wanted me to be his bed wife, die?

My mother stopped her actions.

She wanted me to get out of the medicinal bath.

But I couldn't, I haven't finished soaking yet.

Even if someone died, I still want to continue soaking in the medicinal bath.

My mother, lacking patience, dragged me out of the bath while cursing "wretched wench."

Now, my mother is afraid that someone has died and is insisting that our family compensate for it.

The village chief took us to the village theater.

Those who were singing on stage originally stopped, and everyone was watching the family that came knocking on their door.

They are from the neighboring Zhao family.

Yesterday, the Zhao family asked me to be a bed wife, and today they are celebrating.

They just brought the new bride back this morning, and the lottery ticket they kept at home actually won.

The whole family was full of joy, waiting for another windfall after the wedding. Who knew that the second son of the Zhao family suddenly had a heart attack and died.

"Pay up! Quickly compensate me for the life of my son!" The people from the Zhao family kept talking and wouldn't let my mother off.

My mother refused, saying, "Who knows if your son found someone else and brought bad luck. I can't compensate for this money!"

In an instant, my mother and the people from the Zhao family were at an impasse.

It was the village chief who stepped in and negotiated with the people from the Zhao family, asking my mother to take me back first while they consulted the God of Fortune.

If it turned out that I was the problem, my mother would compensate.

After my mother brought me back home, she immediately took a whip with my sister and beat me.

Finally, she hung me from a tree.

"Mom, Fangfang will be twenty-two years old in a month. Did she really bring bad luck before she died and harm those guests?" My sister reminded my mother.

I asked my mother and sister, "Why am I the one who should die?"

My sister, not pretending this time, said, "Fangfang, being a bed wife means exchanging your own lifespan for a man's fortune. The more men you serve, the more tears and blood you shed, the shorter your lifespan. Once you turn twenty-two, your good fortune will be depleted, and you'll die!"

Will I die at twenty-two?

But I'm already twenty-two and two months old, and I'm living just fine.

I was the one who was supposed to die, but who died instead?