Su Zhao was the Crown Prince's sharpest blade, eliminating his rivals and staining her hands with blood. On the night of his wedding, Su Zhao volunteered to go to the border and die.
“So you're finally getting rid of me?” he sneered. “Granted.”
The day she died on the battlefield, red silk filled the capital as people celebrated the Crown Princess's pregnancy.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back ten years earlier, at the moment he first pulled me from a pile of corpses.
This time, I dodged the hand he held out to me.
But then I saw him, eyes bloodshot, roar, “Who did this to you? Come home with me, ”
