In his previous life, to preserve the kingdom of Wu and Yue, he personally offered her to the founding emperor.
She died in a cold palace in a foreign land, never once looking at him again.
Reborn on their wedding night,
Pu Yunting gazed at the woman holding a gold hairpin to his throat, his eyes reddening.
“Dongmei, in this life, the kingdom is yours, and so am I.”
Li Dongmei sneered. “Lord Pu, your sincerity is worth less than the kingdoms of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.”
She turned and threw herself into the arms of Ban Shuxing, a tycoon from an enemy nation. Together, they waged business wars, stockpiled provisions, and built an empire.
Then, with enemy troops at the gates and him trapped in a hopeless situation,
she arrived with a hundred thousand shi of grain, like a divine army descending from heaven.
“Pu Yunting, are you going to kneel or not?”
The once-mighty warlord publicly removed his armor and dropped to one knee.
“The kingdom is yours, and I... am yours too.”
