Wei Yinghuan, the Grand Princess of Great Chu, lived a brilliant and glorious life, only to spend her final days in Chonghua Palace.
As her spirit drifted, she watched Feng Xingsheng suffer unbearable grief, and could only find it ironic, even laughable.
One moment of weakness led her to free a hostage prince from an enemy nation, and brought her the hatred of seeing her country destroyed.
Wei Yinghuan wished she could skin Feng Xingsheng alive, tear his tendons out, and cut him to pieces!
Who could have imagined that when she opened her eyes again, she would be back four years earlier, staring at the person before her with loathing and venom in her eyes?
“Feng Xingsheng? Today, I’ll show you what it feels like to grovel at my feet!”
One night of passion.
Everyone believed the Grand Princess and the Crown Prince of Nanzhao were sworn enemies.
Otherwise, why did Feng Xingsheng always look as if anger would bring tears to his eyes?
They had no idea those tears were not from anger, but from regret.
Wei Yinghuan said, “The Crown Prince is certainly adept at using both the carrot and the stick.”
Before she had finished speaking, she heard him murmur, “I failed you once. In this life, I’ll protect you with everything I have, and I’ll be glad to do it.”
Wei Yinghuan: This life? Could it be…
