In her previous life, Xuan Yu was frail and a doctor said she wouldn't live past ten. Fortunately, her aunt, the Empress Dowager, brought her into the palace to recuperate.
Later, when her aunt passed away, Xuan Yu had no medicine to take and nowhere to go. The new emperor, Lu Huaiqi, took pity on her, housed her in Fengluan Pavilion, and ordered the imperial physicians to keep preparing Baoshou Pills for her.
Xuan Yu was grateful.
But her health kept deteriorating, and in the end, she didn't make it through the spring of her twentieth year.
As she lay dying, she saw Lu Huaiqi again.
The man wore a black imperial crown and robes, his bearing noble and majestic. When he looked at her, there seemed to be a hint of pity in his eyes. He was nothing like the cold, terrifying man of the rumors.
He made arrangements for her burial, ordering her body interred in Changling with the honors of a princess, beside her aunt, the Empress Dowager.
He really was a good person.
Xuan Yu thought.
She closed her eyes, a little regretfully. When she opened them again, she had returned to the winter of the twelfth year of Qiyuan.
That year, Consort Wang was punished and sent to the Palace of Prolonged Happiness for her involvement in a witchcraft scandal, where she took her own life.
Her son, the Second Prince Lu Huaiqi, was implicated and fell out of favor with the emperor, abandoned in Changxin Palace.
Facing her eight-year-old benefactor, Xuan Yu took his hand without hesitation. "Don't be afraid. This time, let me be the one to treat you well."
#A sweet story of mutual salvation#
P.S. The male lead is just a tiny bit dark and twisted (^///^)
Theme: Save every poor little soul