Shen Yuan died on her wedding night. The person who killed her was not her enemy, but her concubine.
A pair of scissors, a life, a tampered marriage. Before she died, she only saw Xiao Yan, the Marquis of Zhenbei whom she had never met, with red eyes in front of her memorial tablet.
When she opened her eyes again, she was fifteen years old again, back to the morning when her concubine's scissors were pressed against her throat.
In this life, Shen Yuan doesn't want to endure it anymore. Stepmother withholding monthly payment? Tearing off her hypocritical mask in front of her father.
The concubine covets marriage? Don't even want to touch her mother's dowry.
Are the tribesmen watching with cold eyes? Then let them see who is the true legitimate daughter of the Shen family.
But Chen Yuan didn't expect that before she could take action against her enemy, the rumored cold-blooded Marquis of Zhenbei, Xiao Yan, had already secretly paved all the way for her.
He looked at her as if he had been waiting for her all his life.
Shen Yuan raised her eyebrows: "Master Hou, have we met before?"
Xiao Yan raised his hand to wipe away the blood stains on her face, and said in a low voice: "In my last life, I was late. In this life, I will protect you."
Shen Yuan smiled: "Master Hou, don't worry, wait in line first - wait until I finish dealing with these white-eyed wolves, and then we can talk about Fengyue."
