After Being Reborn, She Was Raped by Her Ex-Husband.

I have a splitting headache, as if someone is tapping my Tianling Cap with a blunt chisel. I opened my eyes with great effort, and what I saw was the alizarin red and gold tent ceiling. The familiar lotus pattern was so bright that it was dazzling in the pale light that filtered through the window screen. The incense sticks hanging at the four corners of the tent have long been extinguished, but the warm and nauseating aroma from last night still lingers in the air, mixed with the vague smell of blood from deeper inside. I moved my fingers, and they felt cold and smooth. It was a fine silk quilt, but it couldn't cover up the coldness coming from my limbs. This is not the cold and damp side courtyard of Pei Mansion that never sees the sun all year round. This is my boudoir before I got married, the Shuyuzhai of Shen Ning, the eldest daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo. Memories are like a glacier that has opened its gates, carrying sharp ice and crashing into my mind. Pei Yan, the husband I tried my best to steal from my concubine Shen Yue, will have power in the future and will be the commander of the Imperial Guard who can make children stop crying. On the wedding night, he lifted up his hijab and looked at me with eyes that were not warm at all, only indifferent as he inspected the goods. For the next few years, our mutual respect was as cold as ice. I managed the inner house for him, dealt with noble ladies for him, and used all the resources and contacts of the Shen family to help him rise step by step in the government. But how did he repay me? When the decree came that my father was framed as a collaborator, the centuries-old lintel of the Zhenguo Palace collapsed overnight, the men were exiled, and the women were submerged in the Jiaofang Division, he stood under the withered Xifu Begonia in our courtyard and said calmly: "Madam, stay safe." It was countless days and nights under house arrest, allowing his wolf-like men to evacuate and seal up the once-prominent mansion little by little. Even a sob from my personal maid would result in a severe beating. In the end, even this side courtyard was no longer safe. I was moved to a more remote and colder corner. The windows were nailed shut and the door was guarded day and night. It was that windy and snowy winter night, and the charcoal basin was already cold. I curled up in the thin quilt, listening to the faint sound of silk and bamboo pipes in the distance to celebrate his promotion to first minister. The pain in my heart became tighter and tighter, and the blood foam I coughed up stained the only remaining shirt. Before losing consciousness, there was only one thought: If there is an afterlife... Intention: Love is separated by mountains and seas, mountains and seas cannot be leveled