In my previous life, I served the country and the people while listening to government affairs behind the curtain, and everyone praised me.
My consort is gentle and considerate, and there is no doubt about my love for her.
When he was seriously ill, he opened his hidden diary and cried out every word: "I hate being a subordinate and not being able to develop my ambitions." "I hope that in the next life, I can marry an ordinary woman and don't have to look up to anyone."
After my death, my son, daughter, and grandson showed their filial piety at the bedside. He drank drunkenly in my house for three days without shedding a single tear.
When I was reincarnated and returned to the day of selecting the prince-in-law, on the high platform, I looked down at the three heroes who were finally selected.
His eyes fell on Song Zhihui, who was still elegant and outstanding.
He lowered his eyes and stood respectfully, no different from his previous life.
I gently raised my hand, and my fingertips ran across his name, finally stopping on the young general at the end.
Smiling at him and at the stunned crowd in the hall:
"Just him."
Song Zhihui raised his head in shock, his eyes filled with confusion and shock.
