Jun Liulan was terribly unlucky. Just as she was about to marry, her former fiancé was killed in battle. She had barely won a great victory when the younger brother she had raised stabbed her in the back, and then her new fiancé broke off their engagement.
Her former fiancé looked at her scornfully. “Jun Liulan, who else would dare marry you besides me?”
“I will.”
Her former fiancé, who had supposedly died on the battlefield ten years ago, had returned. His status was astonishingly noble, and Jun Liulan was whisked away to become empress.
When Yun Jixuan first recovered his memories, he merely thought they were too vague and unreal to belong to him, and that the woman in them could not be his either.
Later, he decided: That’s my wife!
