[Both untouched + angst + reborn + one-on-one romance + revenge]
[Mad, lovesick eldest daughter of a military household × exceptionally talented, aloof second son of a marquis’s family]
In the fifth year of Yuanxin, the new emperor ascended the throne. Over the next decade, he plunged the country into crisis at home and abroad.
At the start of the New Year, during the Flower Festival, a fortune-teller from the Western Regions arrived in the capital. No one knew that she was Jiang Wanning, the legitimate daughter of the Jiang family, whose entire clan the new emperor had slaughtered before he took the throne. Under the guise of fortune-telling, she calculated every move and saw through every heart. Reborn three years in the past and carrying her mother’s token, she gathered forces from both the martial world and the imperial court to serve her own ends.
Like a vengeful ghost risen from hell, Jiang Wanning would overturn the wrongful verdict and clear her family’s name. She would strike at the heart and scatter the ashes of everyone who had brought ruin upon the Jiang family, making them pay tenfold, a hundredfold.
Li Shian had watched the woman he loved be executed by being torn apart by five horses at the palace gates. He appeared to have lost all hope and became an idle prince, yet he had never considered betraying the country or rebelling, out of respect for the old marquis’s lifelong loyalty and bravery.
He never imagined that the woman he had loved would return. If the new emperor was unjust and would not tolerate loyal, righteous souls, then Li Shian would cast off his secret identity and show him what rebellion looked like.
“Li Shian, now even heaven won’t have me. You… might as well abandon me too.”
Looking at Li Shian, gravely wounded and barely alive, Jiang Wanning gently touched his thin lips and softly laid a kiss upon them.
“Niannian, if this world won’t have you, then I’ll take it and give it to you.”
Li Shian looked at Jiang Wanning’s pallid face and gently brushed the tears from her cheek.
He was afraid he might shatter the woman he loved before him.
He could not bear the pain of losing her again.
“I only want you to be safe and have a smooth, carefree life.”
