After the Prince Was Reborn, His Child Bride No Longer Loved Me.

On a snowy night in the sixth year of Yonghe's reign, eight-year-old Shen Jingshu knelt in a dilapidated courtyard and watched as the shackles were fastened on her parents' wrists. When the whole family was in exile, Concubine Liang's carriage stopped in front of her: "Your horoscope matches that of my son Xuan Jin. If you are willing to be his child bride, I will keep your family safe." Looking at her parents' gray temples, Shen Jingshu straightened her back and said, "A civilian girl is willing." The body of the five-year-old seventh prince Lu Xuanjin is imprisoned in the body of a dead man who was betrayed by his relatives in his previous life - he was once the prince Li Yan, who was killed by his father and younger brother during the palace coup. When Shen Jingshu was brought to him, he didn't even raise his head. "Xuanjin." She knelt down and looked at him levelly, "From today on, my sister will take care of you." He raised his eyes, and there was no innocence in his eyes: "Who allowed you to call me that?" He built a high wall with indifference until he destroyed his eyesight to dispel the emperor's suspicion. In the darkness, he heard the figure he pushed away many times testing the medicine day and night: "This medicine is strong, I'll try it first." Her slender fingers touched his eyes wrapped around Bai Ling's eyes: "Don't be afraid, Xuanjin, sister will definitely cure you." After seeing the light again, he, now an emperor, stopped her when she was determined to leave: "You said you would always stay with me." She saluted gently but firmly: "Your Majesty, the transaction is completed. Your eyes are healed, and my family is safe. It's time for everyone to return to their places." She always remembered that this was a deal, but she didn't know that when she turned around, the suspicious emperor realized that he was deeply in love and would never recover.