Wen Jiu died on the night of his third wedding anniversary.
When her husband Xie Heng personally fed her the cup of poisonous wine, there was no wave in his eyes.
"The Wen family is blocking my way."
She fell to the ground and heard him say: "Don't marry me in the next life."
When I open my eyes again, the red candle is burning brightly and there is the sound of joy.
The hijab was lifted, and Xie Heng was dressed in red, with gentle eyes, exactly the same as in his previous life.
Wenjiu looked up at him and smiled.
"Your Majesty, this glass of Hexin wine—please go first."
Everyone praised the Princess Regent as gentle and virtuous, but Xie Heng could not understand her more and more——
When the Wen family was in danger, she came up with countermeasures faster than him;
There was an undercurrent in the court, and the chess game she laid out at random even frightened him;
In the middle of the night, she pointed out to his defense plan that there were two thousand fewer defenders in the north.
"Who are you anyway?"
When Xie Heng asked for the first time, his hands were shaking.
Wen Jiu looked at him with a smile: "My lord, guess."
Until that night, Xie Heng woke up from a nightmare in which he killed his wife with his own hands.
He was covered in cold sweat and turned to look at his side. He was sleeping peacefully with warm wine, and his neck was smooth with no bruises.
He looked at her for a long time, then gently stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms.
Later, there was turmoil in the court, and someone forced Xie Heng to hand over the Wen family.
He drew his sword and stood in front of her, his voice hoarse:
"In this life, whoever dares to touch her will be punished by me."
Wenjiu asked in a low voice behind him:
"What if it's you?"
Xie Heng turned back, his eyes red.
He remembered.
Turns out she remembered.
It turns out she remembers everything.
It turns out that she married him—to take his life.
