No Joy Every Year

When Yin Suiwan was strangled by three-foot white silk, it was the first snowy night in the thirteenth year of Yongxi. She remembered the muffled sound of her throat bones breaking, and the smell of blood drifting in from outside the palace, but she forgot who the person who ordered her to be killed was. When he opened his eyes again, he was back to three months before entering the palace. Memory is like an ink painting soaked in water. The faces of enemies are blurred, and even the faces of close relatives have faded. There was only a trace of hatred engraved into the bone marrow, and an inexplicable black iron token in the palm of his hand, with the word "" engraved on it with sharp strokes. At that time, only Pei Shuo, the king of Zhenbei, had this word in his title. The prince who held all the power and was said to be as good as Shura became the only piece of driftwood she could hold on to. She tried her best to finally enter the palace's study as an aide, but by chance, she caught him drinking alone in front of a small portrait of a woman in the secret room. The person in the portrait smiles beautifully, and every time she looks in the bronze mirror, her face becomes paler. That was clearly her sixteen-year-old face that she had never seen before. Deeper into the night, she found a bag of sticky apricot candy deep in the dark space behind his desk. The oldest piece of candy paper is the small regular script she has used since she was a child. The ink is mottled by the years, but she can still make out: "Sister, go forward, don't look back." The signature is - Ashuo, the first year of Yongxi. She froze in place, chilled to the bone. In the first year of Yongxi, the late emperor was still alive, and Pei Shuo was still the seventh prince trapped in the cold palace. And at that time... She was probably being raised in her maternal ancestral home in the south of the Yangtze River. She was well-dressed, well-fed, and cared for by thousands of people. She had never even set foot in the capital! ———————————— I was reborn back to the night I was given death, but my memory was wrong. I only remember the blurry face of my enemy, but forget the appearance of my loved ones. In order to seek revenge, I approached the rumored violent King of Zhenbei step by step, only to find that in a secret room of his study, my favorite apricot candy when I was young was hidden. On the candy paper was my handwriting: "Sister, don't look back." And in the 17th year of Yongning's Waking of Insects, I will definitely bump into Pei Shuo, King of Zhenbei, who was poisoned by a strange poison and coughed up blood in the imperial garden. When he died of the poison, no more, no less, it happened to be the seventh day of my rebirth. On the seventh day, the copper kettle made a soft dripping sound. Under the begonia flowers that I first saw, I would wake up again and everything would be reset. Like a nightmare that can never be cleared. Concept: Sweet and sadistic romance~