The last thing Xu Rou did before she died was to smash the necklace on her ex's face: "Shen Yanwen, the thing I regret most in my life is that I loved you."
When she opened her eyes again, she became the most unpopular concubine in the Ye Dynasty, Jiang Chaoying.
The prime minister's palace is a prison, the aunt is a wolf, and the prince's concubine's will is the sword hanging above his head.
She pretended to be dumbfounded, taking every step of the way, just wanting to stay as far away from the man who broke her heart as possible, but she didn't know that he was here too.
He was Pei Qingyan, the powerful Prince Jing, the man who looked at her from a distance on the high stage of the palace banquet and crushed his wine glass.
She avoided him for a whole year.
Until she personally helped up a poor scholar and said softly: "Marry me and help me leave the Prime Minister's Mansion."
On the day of the wedding, as soon as the sedan chair left the house, three thousand black-armored troops surrounded him. He was riding on a horse, dressed in black clothes, and his eyes were as crazy as she had ever seen.
The tip of the sword opened the sedan curtain, he looked at her and smiled: "Jiang Chaoying, I have been looking for you for a year, you have avoided me for a year, and then you want to marry someone else?"
She clenched her sleeves: "I don't know you."
He turned over and dismounted, leaned over to her ear, and said in a low voice that only she could hear: "Xu Rou." Her pupils suddenly shrank.
"If you keep saying you don't know me," he straightened up, "I will let that scholar die without a burial place." Later, the whole capital knew that the decisive Prince Jing had snatched the bride away from her and locked her into the palace.
She called him crazy, and he smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes, his voice as gentle as before: "Yes, I'm crazy, from modern times to ancient times, from the moment you turned around to now."
"You can't escape."
