Jiang Yuyao waited for Chu Lin for three years.
Even if Chu Lin went to war on her wedding night and left Jiang Yuyao a widow for three years, she still believed that her husband would return in triumph.
And Chu Lin did arrive as scheduled, bringing with him the heroine he met in the military camp and asking to marry her as his wife.
Demoting his wife to a concubine, pampering his concubine and destroying his wife, the emperor looked ugly and the whole capital was in an uproar.
Jiang Yuyao's mind went blank. At this moment, a man's voice sounded in her mind.
"This is your husband, the husband who tramples your face under his feet."
Jiang Yuyao watched in disbelief as the handsome and powerful man smiled at him.
——He clearly didn't speak, so why could his voice be heard?
From his voice, she slowly learned the cause and effect of her past and present lives.
Shen Xingzhi held her hand and whispered: "Don't be afraid, Yaoyao, I'm still alive."
No wonder there is no one, be.