I was once the most dazzling daughter of the Imperial Tutor in Nanzhao, my aunt was the empress of the world, and my cousin was the crown prince. I was worthy of my family background, but I was engaged to Mo Bai, who held 300,000 soldiers.
On the day of haircut, an imperial edict collapsed and a catastrophic disaster followed.
The prince was falsely accused of patricide, the East Palace was overthrown, the entire Ji family was slaughtered, and all close relatives died tragically.
The demons slandered me as a witch who brought disaster to the country. I was taken to the Qianyuan Palace and buried in a blazing fire. My soul was trapped under the blue stone and I will never be reincarnated.
He is my fiancé, Mo Bai. His parents and relatives were killed in battle when he was young. He was forced to hold hostage by the enemy for ten years. On the day he returned to Beijing, he only saw me turned into a handful of ashes.
Everyone in the world said that the regent killed someone in cold blood and wielded power, but no one knew that his heart had long since died in the fire.
He deposed the tyrant, killed the enemy clan, and supported the young master. He spent three years digging up the bricks of the Qianyuan Dynasty to find my ashes, nourishing the remaining soul with his heart's blood, and never married for the rest of his life, just to guard a ray of the remaining soul.
Once I was reborn, I became the princess of Beidi and went to Nanzhao to meet again the man who had been crazy about me for half my life.
Hearts and souls are connected, old feelings are secretly surging, blood feuds in the past life are still unresolved, and wars are rising all over the world.
We made a promise: to stay together forever.
In this life, I am no longer a dead soul left to be slaughtered, and he is no longer a helpless regent.
Kill the remnants of evil and settle the troubled times. Even if the world is in dispute, I will hold hands with him and go to that belated white-headed appointment. We will live in the same quilt and die in the same hole, and we will never be separated again.
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