Shen Qingge died in the winter of the third year in the backyard of Jingnan Hou Mansion.
She raised military supplies for her husband, took care of the back house for him, and defended him from open and covert attacks for three years. In the end, she got a bowl of stale medicine and the sound of her husband and her childhood sweethearts chatting and laughing next door.
She thought this would be it for the rest of her life.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day of the engagement.
The red makeup has been put on, the sedan chair is outside, and happy words are hung all over the yard. Cui Wei urges her to get on the sedan chair.
Shen Qingge looked at his seventeen-year-old self in the bronze mirror and suddenly smiled.
She took off her phoenix crown, took off her wedding dress, and tore up the marriage certificate.
The wedding team has arrived.
The bride is not getting married.
In this life, she will not be anyone's pawn, nor anyone's good wife. Whoever wants to trade her marriage will be overturned by her.
Just——
Why did the man who collected her body in her previous life show up so early in this life?
He also said: "Miss Shen, have we met before?"
Never seen it.
But she remembered his name.
