[Historical Romance Tragedy | Innocent Young Lady × Brooding Powerful Minister | She Dies, He Goes Mad]
Jiang Li was the least proper young lady in the Marquis’s household, with round apricot-shaped eyes and a faint dimple in each cheek when she smiled.
One snowy winter day, she crouched in the mud and pressed her gilt hand warmer into Shen Yan’s frozen hands. “Your hands will get hurt!”
Later, he fought his way out of the border pass for her, drenched the imperial court in blood for her, and became a minister powerful enough to control the realm with one hand.
But though he could protect the whole world, he couldn’t protect her. Poison spread through her lungs, and she died in his arms. Her bright, shining eyes never opened again, and she still clutched the ugly wooden hairpin he had carved for her.
Shen Yan held her through the night and slaughtered every one of their enemies. For ten years, he spoke to her memorial tablet and kept ten years of peace and prosperity for her. In the end, he put on the moon-white robe she loved best, took the wooden hairpin with him, and smiled as he died before her grave.
“Lili, these ten years were too long. I came too late. Don’t be angry with me.”
