The True and False Heiresses: Peace Year After Year

[Signed, currently updating]

[Switched at birth and fate exchanged + fake death and awakening + two generations of grudges + political intrigue and revenge + pseudo-siblings + devoted couple, happy ending]

A cool-headed, resilient outcast daughter of the Prime Minister's household × a fallen prince biding his time

Nine years of longing carved into their bones; at last, they find their way to each other

In outsiders' eyes, Lu An'an is a crude country girl who was raised in the countryside. Being allowed to return to the Prime Minister's household and betrothed to the Crown Prince is a blessing earned over eight lifetimes.

In outsiders' eyes, Fourth Prince Xiao Mo is cold and aloof. With his mother long dead and no one to rely on, he is the most insignificant pawn in the struggle for imperial power.

They don't know that their meeting was never a coincidence. It was the culmination of grudges planted by the previous generation, a twenty-year-long scheme spanning the capital and the southern frontier.

No one knows, either, that Lu Xingzhi, the Prime Minister's refined and gentle eldest legitimate son, has already etched his nominal younger sister into his very bones.

Then Lu Muyao pushed her off a sheer cliff. The moment her orchid jade pendant shattered, nine years of sealed memories came rushing back.

When she opened her eyes, she was still at the foot of the cliff. Her body was covered in blood, but by sheer luck, she had survived.

Lu Muyao was still laughing triumphantly at the top of the cliff. Lu Xingzhi was still calling out in anguish. And far away at the border, Xiao Mo's heart was seized by sudden pain as he believed he had lost his Suisui forever.

“Reborn,” she buried the old Lu An'an, the girl who let others control her and meekly endured everything.

Fortunately, the Valley of Medicine King's old physician saved her, and she traveled south with her master to practice medicine.

Seeing the devastation of war in the southern frontier and its people scattered and displaced,

all those tangled loves and hates, betrayals and resentments, suddenly seemed trivial.

She buried the jade and her former self, then braced herself against the cliff and rose, her spine straight as a desert poplar.

Behind her glassy eyes, romance was tucked away in her heart. All that remained was an unwavering resolve to protect herself and defend her homeland.