As the old saying goes, there is no time travel, no golden fingers, missing out, chasing the wife, inferior male protagonist x bright female protagonist, palace intrigues
When she was seventeen years old, Shen Yan received an umbrella in Qingluo Town, and also received a lifetime of disaster.
The merchant girl Jiang Zhi gave him the umbrella, her almond-shaped eyes curled into crescents: "Scholar, don't damage your books." He clutched the word "ginger" on the umbrella handle from the spring equinox to the winter solstice, not daring to return it—it wasn't that he couldn't afford it, but once he returned it, there was no reason to see him again.
Ten years later, when he was granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister, the first thing he did was to return to Kyoto to snatch his bride. He knelt down on one knee in front of the wedding sedan, with three thousand cavalry behind him as silent as a monument. The curtain of the sedan chair was opened, and Jiang Zhi's phoenix crown swayed so hard that his eyes hurt. She asked, "Master Marquis, have we met before?"
Saw it. Too seen.
The night she was exiled to Northern Xinjiang, he broke his pen in the examination room, and ink splashed all over his face, like tears. During the three years when she was bullied in Huanyifang, he was in the military camp next door, separated by a wall, listening, enduring, and counting the days until she would remember.
But she couldn't remember.
What's even scarier is that someone doesn't want her to remember.
The "calming soup" she drinks every day is prepared by the second prince Xiao Jue himself. The scar on her wrist was not a self-inflicted injury, but someone was afraid of what she would think of. There is a portrait locked in the secret room of Xiao Jue's study: fifteen-year-old Jiang Zhi, standing under the peach blossom tree, smiling like a flower - the inscription is in Shen Yan's handwriting, but the date is the year when he "never set foot in Kyoto".
Who is impersonating him? Who is erasing her?
