In her previous life, on their wedding night, Jiang Yao said to her husband:
“You live your life, and I’ll live mine.”
Huo Lin was silent for a long while, then replied with just one word: “Fine.”
Three years later, when Yanmen Pass fell, he rode alone into battle and traded his life for her safe return home.
When she opened her eyes again, she was reborn on her wedding night, before she had spoken those words.
Her maid brought her a bowl of calming soup laced with something. Smiling, she handed it right back.
“Try it for me first, Your Royal Highness. See if it’s too hot.”
The next day, when she returned to her family home, she burned the childhood sweetheart’s love letters in front of the entire household.
The Prince of Dingbei stood beneath a willow tree, lighting the fire for her without a word.
Before long, all of the capital knew that the fearsome prince had become completely devoted to his wife.
Only Jiang Yao knew the truth:
She wasn’t spoiling him.
She was repaying her debt, with interest, for thirty years.
