After Being Reborn, I Insisted on Marrying the Ninth Prince

On the sixtieth anniversary of my marriage to Gu Chang'an, he died in the arms of a newly crowned courtesan at a brothel.

The courtesan had just turned eighteen, while Gu Chang'an was already eighty.

When I heard of his death, I felt no sorrow. I even burst out laughing.

Gu Chang'an, you lived a ridiculous life, and now you've met an equally ridiculous end.

If there is a next life, I only hope we never meet again.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the flower-viewing banquet of my eighteenth year.

This time, I ignored all the eligible young men my mother had chosen for me and turned my gaze to the powerful Eunuch of Nine Thousand Years.

He stood beneath the veranda, handsome and poised. The moment our eyes met, I thought I saw a hint of shyness in his.

Could the ruthless Eunuch of Nine Thousand Years from the rumors really be such a bashful gentleman?