[A touch of everyone’s favorite + mutual healing + both heroine and second male lead are reborn + second male lead’s long road to winning her back + slightly slow-burn]
In her previous life, Pei Zhenlu fled her wedding and went to the capital, where she was arrested and sent to the Third Prince Yan Chenzhou’s abandoned estate.
To clear her father’s name, she pulled him out of the mud, nursed him back to health, and taught him the classics and the art of war, hoping he could use his status as a prince to enter the court.
They relied on each other in the depths of despair.
She became his sharpest blade and strongest shield. He lived up to her hopes, won the emperor’s favor, took control of the court, and ultimately claimed the throne.
But in the end, he showered affection on the first love who had once betrayed him.
He had long forgotten the vows he made to her.
She endured every hardship, received no justice, and became utterly disillusioned.
After she was sentenced to death, she returned to thirteen years earlier, before she had even gone to the capital.
In this life, an act of kindness led her by chance to discover the truth behind her father’s exile. As she searched for answers, she became entangled in an ever-growing web of mysteries and political factions.
More and more people gathered around her:
Gu Huiming, an upright and refined legal officer who could discern truth from lies;
Xie Hanlu, a master strategist whose schemes were unfathomable and whose influence dominated the court;
Ning Feng, a bold and spirited young prodigy with eyes and heart only for her;
Hang Qing, an enemy general, wild and untamed, whose achievements threatened to overshadow his sovereign…
Unexpectedly, Yan Chenzhou was reborn too.
Suppressing his violent temper, he knelt and reverently kissed the tip of her shoe, his eyes full of pleading. “Lulu, can we start over in this life?”
Pei Zhenlu kicked him away and frowned. “Stop acting pathetic.”
Xie Xuan was a young powerbroker, dazzling and envied by all.
Yet he found life meaningless.
That was until the day he saw a little weed struggling to grow between the stones, desperately drinking in the sunlight and dew.
It wasn’t a weed. It was his sun.
