Weren't You Dead?!

In the spring of the second year of Jingming, Jiang Huanchun's assassination attempt failed.

As she faked her death and fled Chang'an, she looked back from Tinglan Slope. Beneath a flurry of paper money, the funeral procession being held for her was slowly leaving Chang'an, its wails shaking the heavens.

At a pavilion not far away stood four young noblemen, dressed in fine clothes and jade crowns, their wealth plain to see.

The man at their head stood eight feet tall, with sharp brows and bright eyes. His expression was cold, and his untamed arrogance was hard to hide.

The person beside him smiled ingratiatingly. "Young Marquis, what goes around comes around. Jiang girl was no match for you in the end, and died with hatred in her heart. We should celebrate properly tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Young Marquis curled his lips into a smile and slowly turned to look at the speaker. His smile was cold.

Under the terrified gazes of the others, he suddenly kicked the man hard to the ground, his expression dark with anger.

Seeing this, Jiang Huanchun only sneered and thought: May the gods and buddhas protect me. Don't let me ever set foot in Chang'an again, and above all, don't make me see that hateful face of Qin Zhao's!

Who knew that two years later, she'd eat her words.

Not only did she return to Chang'an, but through a twist of fate she became the cousin who had long admired Qin Zhao and was arranged by the Qin elders to live at their residence so the two could grow closer!

On her first day at the estate, Qin Zhao was nowhere to be found. Qin's mother called the servants to ask where he had gone, and one answered nervously, "H-he went to burn incense at the grave of the late Second Miss Jiang again."

Hearing this, Jiang's mother let out a long sigh. "What a tangled fate!"

Jiang Huanchun: "???"

How can he be this disgusting!

A cousin came from Qingzhou, and Qin Zhao was in such a hurry to visit a grave that he only glanced at her from afar.

She wore a blue-green robe, with a jade hairpin set at an angle in her cloudlike hair. When she saw him, she bowed slightly and called softly, "Cousin."

Qin Zhao frowned, instantly feeling a surge of dislike.

There was no other reason. Though a screen stood between them and he couldn't clearly make out his cousin's face, she somehow seemed familiar to him

She looked so much like someone he couldn't forget, someone whose grave was already overgrown with six feet of grass.

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[So that's why she looked like someone I knew. The person I knew isn't dead!!]

Saved on September 16, 2025. Screenshot as proof.

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