I am the sharpest knife in Yan Beiheng's hand.
I killed people for him for three years and blocked arrows for three years. Finally, on the day he ascended the throne, he gave me a cup of poisonous wine.
He said: "Shen Yuan, you are just a substitute."
It turns out that I just look like his Bai Yueguang, and even my name was given by him, which sounds the same as her.
The day I died, he made someone else his queen.
When I was reborn three years ago, I only did one thing: stay away from him.
But I found a new tomb in the imperial mausoleum, with my name engraved on the tombstone.
There is a book buried in the grave, which is the diary of my past life.
Every page is annotated with cinnabar, and I recognize the handwriting——
It's Yan Beiheng.
I turned to the last page, and there was only one sentence on it:
"A Yuan, don't die. Please."
His voice came from behind, hoarse as if he had been crying for a long time:
"In this life, I will love you instead."
I looked at the urn he held in his arms - those were the ashes of my previous life.
He has held it to sleep every night for the past three years.
[Sadomasochism + body double + chasing his wife in the crematorium + the male protagonist is really crazy]
