[Transmigrate into a book set in ancient times + discarded consort + unhinged regent + reunion with first love + mystery solving + political intrigue and growth + mutual healing]
When Shen Nanxi wakes up, she has become the wicked princess consort everyone despises in an ancient romance novel.
Three months into her marriage, she is infatuated with Prince Ning, leaks military secrets, and frames loyal officials. In the end, the unhinged Regent divorces her in public, leaving her disgraced and dead in a tragic finale.
But no one knows that she freezes the moment she sees the divorce papers.
The cold-blooded, ruthless Regent, who holds power over the court and is feared by everyone, has the exact same face as the person she loved for seven years, her first love.
To uncover the truth, she stays in the princely residence, investigating old cases, solving mysteries, and clearing the innocent of false charges. She gradually discovers that behind the massacre of the Gu family, the late emperor’s sudden death, and the shifts in imperial power lies a shocking conspiracy spanning more than a decade.
And the so-called unhinged Regent is obsessive and dangerous, with a nearly insane possessiveness, yet he gives her the only tenderness he has.
“I can give you my life, but you cannot leave me.”
“Gu Linyuan, love isn’t about keeping someone trapped by your side.”
As her modern-day first love and the ancient Regent gradually become one in her eyes, and memories and truths are slowly torn open, Shen Nanxi finally understands: in this life, she will be no one’s dependent and no one’s pawn.
She will live for herself, and give everyone whom fate has ground into the dirt a chance to choose again.
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After the Substitute Bride’s Wedding Blessing, the Sickly Prince Came Back to Life
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