In the Tian Shou era, the Empty Seal Case erupted, and rivers of blood flowed.
She was Gu Jinglian, daughter of the Vice Commissioner of Zhejiang Province. In her previous life, she watched her family fall apart with her own eyes. Her father and brothers died unjustly, while Ji Xuezhen, the top scorer in the imperial examinations to whom she was engaged, turned around and married Princess Yongjia.
She died with hatred in her heart, believing that there was no true love left in the world.
Then she was reborn, returning to one year before the case broke.
She put away her resentment and greeted the man who had betrayed her in her previous life with a radiant smile, carefully plotting her every move.
She brought him pastries and visited his office, all to coax the secret details of the account books out of him.
She sweetly called him "Brother A Xue," hoping to borrow his rising influence to protect the Gu family.
He was a brilliant young man from a poor family, who had placed first in both the provincial and metropolitan examinations. His future was boundless.
Everyone said that Secretary Ji was as gentle as jade, but no one knew that his heart had long belonged to that charming, clever young woman.
The lotus seed soup she gave him was a treasure to him.
The account books she wanted, he gave her without holding anything back.
He would charge through fire and blade for her without hesitation.
When the shocking conspiracy was gradually laid bare, and the truth behind the blank seals finally came to light,
Gu Jinglian learned that the case of his marrying someone else in her previous life had actually been a desperate act of protection, with his own life as the price.
"A Xue, I was wrong about you."
"It doesn't matter." He took her hand, his expression gentle. "As long as you're here, what does it matter if I'm a little late?"
In this life, she would turn the tide and keep her family safe.
In this life, he would hold her hand and protect a peaceful, prosperous age.
From the female lead's perspective: The year my father was beheaded, I was sixteen.
The execution ground was at Caishikou. When a head rolled to my feet, the blood was still warm.
The official overseeing the execution was an imperial envoy sent by the emperor. He held no official post and was addressed only as "Lord Mao."
He recognized me and said, "Miss Fang, please accept my condolences."
Even though Fang wasn't my surname.
Theme: There is always a chance for life to bloom in the cracks of fate.
