I devoted twelve years to my childhood sweetheart, begging the emperor on his behalf and running around making plans for him.
In the end, my family was destroyed, my closest loved ones were killed, and the circumstances surrounding my father’s death were shrouded in mystery.
The night he murdered the emperor and took the throne, he smiled at me and said, “The person under the peach tree when we were eight was never me.”
I died full of hatred, only to be reborn and return to the first year of my marriage.
Seeing that familiar figure practicing swordsmanship again, I finally understood:
The person who saved my life twelve years ago was Pei Yanzhi, the taciturn man from the General’s household.
And Shen Zhaoye?
The divorce papers are written, and my sword is sharpened.
In this life, I won’t be a lovesick woman. I will protect my family, uncover every injustice, and make the guilty pay in blood!
