She died in the snow of the Cold Palace, still murmuring his name.
A cup of poisoned wine, and the entire Shen family was executed. When Shen Zhiwei opened her eyes again, she was fifteen. Her betrothal was still in place, her enemies were still alive, and so was the Third Prince Xiao Heng, who had given her the poisoned wine.
In this life, she wanted only three things: break off the engagement, protect her family, and stay away from Xiao Heng.
But she never imagined that Xiao Heng had been reborn too.
He clung to her like a mad dog, bringing her medicine, taking blows for her, protecting her in public, and even kneeling before her to say, “Give me a chance.”
Shen Zhiwei smiled. A chance? In her previous life, she had waited her whole life, only to receive poisoned wine and a death in the snow.
She built an intelligence network, struck back against her half-sister, joined forces with the Crown Prince, and faked her death to escape. Every move was calculated to perfection.
The harder he pursued her, the colder she became. He became emperor, but she insisted on being free.
Until the night before the empress’s enthronement ceremony, when she collapsed in the snowy courtyard, blood welling at the corner of her mouth.
Xiao Heng held her and sobbed in despair, but all she left behind was a letter:
“Your Majesty, this time, I’m the one who doesn’t want you.”
