During the Great Wu Dynasty, Zhao Yu was killed by a bowl of poisonous wine on the dragon throne. Opening his eyes and returning to Dawu in the autumn of forty-eight years, he was still the poor scholar with nothing, and she had not yet married into the Sun family, and was still the sixteen-year-old girl under the crabapple tree, embroidering every stitch.
In this life, he climbed over the wall and cut off the beauties, and used ten times the bride price to secure a marriage alliance; he recognized his ancestors and returned to the clan in advance, and worked step by step on the road to seizing the direct line, and took back what he owed him and her in his previous life with interest. And the girl he only dared to think of on snowy nights in his previous life, this time went from being protected by him to standing by his side, from the daughter of a merchant to the mistress of the empire.
He returned alone with the memories of two lives, but hid all his tenderness in a pine nut candy and a begonia flower. It wasn't until the end that she realized that the "dream" he talked about was the life he had truly lived.
In this life, he was not late.
