After Being Reborn, I Insisted on Marrying the Sickly Prince Consort

I am seventy-five years old, sitting under a crabapple tree drinking tea. A maidservant came to report: "Princess, the Prince Consort..." The prince consort died last night on Consort Liu's bed. I was slightly taken aback, and then I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Well, Xiao Yunian died at the age of seventy-eight in the bed of his eighteen-year-old new concubine. All told, I've been separated from him for nearly sixty years, it really is... It's utterly ridiculous. I slowly closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I was greeted by a bright spring day. With vermilion pillars and peonies filling the courtyard, I felt as if I had returned to the flower-viewing banquet hosted by my mother when I was sixteen. This time, however, my gaze bypassed the crowd and went straight to...