When Lu Yan jumped off the city wall, the sky was filled with fire.
The rebels captured the imperial capital. As a subjugated king, he should have died in 10,000 ways. But he chose the most embarrassing one - because Su Jin was standing under the city, looking up at him.
The woman was wearing the queen's phoenix robe and was covered in blood, but it was not shed for him. Behind her stood the rebel coach, her childhood sweetheart.
Lu Yan remembered clearly that the last words she said were: "Your Majesty, you have never loved me."
Then he woke up.
He woke up eight years ago, in the autumn when he first ascended the throne.
The eunuch announced the time outside the door, and the quilt on the dragon bed was still brand new. Lu Yan stared blankly at the ceiling of the tent, with only one thing running through his mind: Su Jin hadn't married him yet.
The marriage decree in his previous life was issued by him to check and balance the Su family. On the day Su Jin got married into the palace, he didn't even let him choose her hijab - she lifted it up herself, bowed expressionlessly and said, "I obey the decree."
For the next eight years, she blocked the poisoned wine for him, stabilized the harem for him, and bit the quilt in the cold palace without making a sound after giving birth to a stillborn child. And what is he doing? He was doting on another woman, and he was suspicious of the Su family's rebellion. When she brought her ginseng soup, he threw the bowl and said, "You want to poison me to death."
It wasn't until she sided with the rebels that he suddenly realized that his so-called "disbelief in her" pushed her to the point of no return.
After his rebirth, Lu Yan sat up and the first thing he said to the eunuch was: "I want to draft a draft."
The eunuch was stunned: "Your Majesty, don't you hate the draft the most..."
