In my previous life, I devoted myself heart and soul to the Crown Prince and helped him secure the position of heir apparent.
On the night I died in childbirth, he held my stepsister and said, “Now that she’s dead, there’s room for my cousin.”
Mother and child perished together, and I died consumed by hatred.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my stepsister pushed me into the lotus pond.
This time, I didn’t wait for the Crown Prince to save me.
In front of every powerful noble in the capital, I threw my arms around the leg of Prince Su, a decisive killer who never let anyone get close to him.
“Uncle, save me! The Crown Prince is trying to silence me!”
The Crown Prince’s face turned green. Everyone thought I’d gone mad.
But the God of Death looked down at the young woman in his arms and suddenly smiled.
“Fine. I’ll marry you.”
Later, the Crown Prince asked me with red-rimmed eyes why I chose him.
I smiled.
Because in my previous life, he was the only one who gathered my remains.
But he didn’t know that I’d clung to him because, in my previous life, he died before I did.
