On our wedding night, my husband said to me, "There is only a status between you and me, don't try to get true love." After three years of mutual respect, I watched him marry his childhood sweetheart, calmly drink the cup of "poisonous wine" sent to me, and use the Turtle Breathing Kung Fu to fake his death. When I was finally free, I was drinking and listening to music in Jiangnan, thinking that my life would be free from now on, but a heavy rain washed away my empty grave. The prime minister found that there was only straw in the coffin. He was furious and sealed off the entire territory, vowing to take me back. But I don't understand why after three years of neglect, why do you still pursue him so hard? Why did he throw his new wife into a dungeon, but he was so obsessed with me, his "dead wife"? Secret guards, caravans, and imperial power were involved one after another, and I was running away from him.
