Shen Qingci woke up from the pain.
No, she should be dead.
The burning sensation from the poisonous wine still lingered in her esophagus, and she clearly remembered the pain of her internal organs being burned by fire. She saw with her own eyes Pei Yuanjing - her aloof emperor husband - standing outside the palace gate, the corners of his bright yellow robe motionless, like an emotionless sculpture.
He said: "Give him poisonous wine and leave his body intact."
Leave the whole body intact. What a merciful grace.
Shen Qingci thought she was bound to die, but at this moment she was not only alive, but the back of her head was also knocked firmly on something hard.
"Uh-" She groaned and opened her eyes.
The first thing you see is not the mottled beams of the cold palace, but a brand new red silk curtain. The bright red one is embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water. The stitching is so fine that it looks like Suzhou embroidery at first glance.
Shen Qingci was stunned.
She froze in place, letting memories flood into her mind like a flood that burst a dam——
Shen Qingci, the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Yongchang, is sixteen years old and is getting married today.
My husband is Pei Yuanjing, the eldest son of Prince Xin.
Pei Yuanjing.
There's that name again.
Shen Qingci closed his eyes and tightly clenched the quilt under him with his fingers. The quilt was covered with red dates, peanuts, longans, and lotus seeds, which made her palms ache, but it also made her confirm one thing:
She was reborn.
She was reborn eleven years ago, on the wedding night where she married Pei Yuanjing.
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