Jiang Yuyao waited three years for Chu Lin.
Even though Chu Lin left on a campaign the very night they were married, leaving Jiang Yuyao to live as a wife in name only for three years, she still believed her husband would return victorious.
And Chu Lin did return on schedule, bringing along a female warrior he had met in the army and asking to take her as his principal wife.
Demoting his wife to a concubine and favoring the concubine while neglecting his wife: the emperor's expression darkened, and the entire capital was in an uproar.
Jiang Yuyao's mind went blank. Just then, a man's voice rang in her head.
“This is your husband, the man who tramples your dignity underfoot.”
Jiang Yuyao stared in disbelief as the devastatingly handsome man, a powerful minister of the highest rank, smiled at her.
He clearly hadn't said a word. How could she hear his voice?
From his inner thoughts, she gradually learned the causes and consequences of their past and present lives.
Shen Xingzhi held her hand and murmured, “Don't be afraid, Yuyao. I'm still alive.”
No wonder there is no one, be.