After Rebirth, I Married the Sworn Enemy of My Enemy in My Previous Life.

Shen Yingwan died in the cold palace at the age of twenty-three. The death edict was stamped with the husband's private seal, and the hand passing the poisoned wine belonged to the stepmother's adopted concubine, whose seven-year-old brother had drowned in the lotus pond three years ago. Open your eyes again, it's the eve of the wedding. The first thing - break off the engagement. The second thing is to seize property. The third thing is to take back every blood debt from the previous life with interest. She didn't expect that the emperor's marriage proposal would push her onto the most dangerous chessboard in the capital. The regent Pei Yanzhi, who holds 300,000 Northern Cavalry, had no contact with her in his previous life, but in this life he was particularly concerned about her every "proper foresight". He blocked her retreat and said in a very soft voice, "Shen Yingwan, do you know too many things that you shouldn't know?" She picked up the tea cup, her smile not reaching her eyes: "Since His Highness is asking, it means you are not sure either. If you are unsure... It is better not to ask." He didn't speak any more, but stretched out his hand to brush away the petals that fell on her shoulders. When his fingertips brushed against her collarbone, neither of them moved. Some temptations turn into something else in the end. And that kind of thing is more dangerous than conspiracy.