The day I, a concubine-born daughter of the General’s residence, was sent to marry into the Regent’s household in place of my half-sister, Xiao Jingheng threw a portrait of his first love in front of me. “Su Wantang, you’re nothing but Arou’s shadow.”
When I shielded him from an assassin, he said, “If Arou were here, she would never have let me put myself in danger.”
When I treated his leg injury, he said, “Arou’s medicine smells three shades lighter than yours.”
Even as I fell from the cliff, his eyes were still fixed on his first love’s memorial tablet.
But who could have imagined it? Su Wantang, who had faked her death, returned to the capital with the Immortal Physician’s Manual. The Regent who once swore he would never love a substitute knelt outside my clinic for three days and three nights. “Atang, I was wrong.”
