I died fighting outside the border city, yet my soul lingered. I watched with my own eyes as my wife rode into the enemy camp, throwing herself into the arms of another man. In my fury, I threw myself into the flames, consumed by resentment. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back six months earlier, on the day the emperor bestowed our marriage. In my previous life, as the son of a founding general, I had groveled before the princess for three years. Only on the day I died did I learn that the princess had already been having an affair with the Yuan dynasty's crown prince. All those years of keeping me hanging was merely to appease my father. After all, as the founding general, if my father wanted to rebel, he could have started an uprising that very day, and I wouldn't have survived until nightfall.
