When I woke up, I transformed into the white moonlight of the powerful minister who died young.
According to the plot, I will die of illness in three months, and he will remember me for the rest of his life, and later massacre an entire city for my substitute.
I packed my bags and ran away overnight, changed my name and opened a small embroidery shop in Jiangnan.
Three years later, my embroidery shop became famous in Jiangnan, my life was prosperous and happy, and I even picked up a handsome scholar with amnesia to be my accountant.
The scholar is gentle and elegant, and he can go to the hall or the kitchen. The only bad thing is that he always cares about me. He puts on more clothes when it's cold and gives him an umbrella when it rains.
Until that day, a group of black-clad soldiers knelt in front of the door of my embroidery village and shouted in unison: "Welcome the Chief Minister to return to the court!"
The embroidery needle in my hand pricked my fingertips.
The chief minister, who was said to be decisive in killing and possessing power, was wearing my floral apron, bringing out a bowl of hot osmanthus dumplings from the kitchen, and gently coaxed: "Madam, be careful not to burn it."
Later I found out that on the night I "died" of illness, he searched the whole city like crazy. After three years, there was no substitute for me.
