In the third year of my marriage to Shen Jue, I miscarried at a palace banquet.
He let go and watched coldly as I hit the freezing floor.
All of the capital knew I was nothing but a stand-in for his beloved first love.
But he didn’t know that the woman he loved “with all his heart” had been in love with my own older brother until the day she died.
When I held up the bloodstained letter she’d written to my brother and threw it down in front of him, he finally went mad.
Eyes bloodshot, he knelt in the snow and begged me to look at him one last time.
But Shen Jue, it was too late.
From the moment you let me lose our child, from the day I learned I was a “stand-in for a stand-in”... Su Jinshu was already dead.
Later, a Su embroiderer appeared in Jiangnan, whose embroidered screens were worth a fortune.
At her side stood a gentle, refined gentleman who cherished her like a priceless treasure.
Meanwhile, the general who held power over the imperial court was left forever trapped amid the snowstorms of the northwest,
guarding a nameless grave and atoning for a sin he could never make right.
