Reborn, I Took My Sister's Place in the Political Marriage, but the Consort Grew Red-Eyed with Panic

My husband, the Prince Consort, and I hated each other more than anyone. He hated me for separating him from my imperial sister. I hated him because his heart would always belong to another woman. For the eight years of our marriage, the words we said to each other most often were, "May you meet a miserable end." But on the day the city fell, he tied me to his warhorse and stood with his blade in hand on the enemy's path. "A-Xue, keep going. Don't look back." As a thousand arrows pierced him, he gave one last look in the direction I had disappeared. "The debt of love from this life is now repaid." "If there is a next life, Your Highness, I hope you'll let me be with her." When I finally broke free and rushed back, he had already passed away, clutching my imperial sister's jade pendant. That night, I leapt from the city wall, dying for my country and for him. When I opened my eyes again, I went to my royal father. "I am willing to go north to marry for peace." This time, I would leave for a distant land to protect my people and grant him the wish he had cherished all his life.