At this moment, my sister, my mother, and my fourth aunt all came towards the Temple of Blessings.

They are not dead. They are carrying weapons and they are here to kill me.

Leading the charge is my sister.

When she saw me, her face turned ugly, and she angrily questioned:

"Where is my husband?"

I didn't answer her. Instead, I pointed to the ground.

My sister immediately saw the lifeless corpse of her husband.

She rushed towards me, grabbed my collar, and asked in horror:

"You wicked woman, did you kill him?"

I remained calm and composed, showing little emotion on my face as I looked at them and said:

"He brought it upon himself."

After I said that, the surroundings became as silent as death.

A fierce wind howled, accompanied by terrifying sounds.

My sister shook her head and said, "It's impossible. He slept with you. You are the daughter of the God of Blessings. He couldn't have died on his own!"

I walked among them, tilting my head, looking at them coldly, and sneered as I asked:

"Haven't you remembered yet when my true birthday is?"

My sister suddenly became furious, pointing at my nose and cursing:

"Isn't your birthday still to come? What are you trying to do? If you're seeking death, just say it. We won't tolerate you!"

My sister was accustomed to yelling at me like this.

In fact, my sister has always been like this since I was young.

She never treated me as a human being. She always hit me and cursed at me.

Even when I became her bed-warming wife, which brought her benefits and protected her from scumbag men, she never even glanced at me.

"My birthday has already passed. I was born in the Yin year, in the Yin month, at the Yin hour, and at the Yin moment. The one who took me in is the God of Plague, not the God of Blessings you speak of."

I took the time to explain it to them.

My sister's eyes widened, filled with fear as she looked at me.

On the other hand, my mother acted out of character and suddenly hugged me, looking at me with the gentlest eyes.