Before Chi Yan was fed poisonous soup by her adoptive mother, she learned two pieces of news.
First, her husband Huan Xuan, who had been dormant for many years, finally turned the clouds and saw the moon, and was about to ascend to the position of Supreme Being.
Second, her eldest sister Chi Yi, who is both talented and beautiful, has reconciled with the prodigal, and there is an endless stream of people coming to her door to propose marriage.
She should be happy for Chi Yi.
If Chi Yi was not the one her husband longed for.
If Chi Yi hadn't been her rich daughter for more than ten years.
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After waking up, Chi Yan returned to her boudoir to get married.
At that time, she had just been taken back to the Chi family.
Her mother scolded her: "You are competitive, narrow-minded and jealous. If you could learn half as much as your sister, I would be less worried!"
The younger brother asked her with a smile: "Second sister, do you know what Dongshi Xiaofang is?"
Her husband, who had been trying to cover her body for half a lifetime without covering up the heat, looked at her coldly and indifferently, just like in his previous life.
Chi Yan thought, I don't want it anymore.
Don't try your best to please your mother and brothers, only to end up looking ugly.
Don't marry Huan Xuan with full of longing, only to be kept secret from him your whole life.
In this life, she did not get on the carriage that would run out of control. Huan Xuan risked his life and rescued Chi Yi, who was losing her beauty in front of the ancient temple.
The noble daughter of the Chi family, who always had her eyes set high above her head, was helped out of the carriage and looked at the handsome young man in front of her in a trance.
She glanced at it from a distance and thought to herself, they are a match made in heaven.
No wonder Huan Xuan looked surprised and indifferent when she walked out of the carriage.
Her heart was pounding and she thought it was a destined match. But he completely forgot that he was riding in Chi Yi's carriage that day. The person Huan Xuan wanted to save was not her from the beginning.
Turning around to leave, Huan Xuan blocked her way and said in a harsh voice: "Why did you..."
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Huan Xuan always has the same dream recently.
In the dream, the second wife of the Chi family wore her hair in a woman's bun and leaned into his arms as if she were boneless.
She was wearing a goose-yellow skirt, with peonies blooming delicately under the tangled branch pattern. When she spoke, the peach-heart earrings in her ears swayed slightly, shining with round pearls.
Love to act coquettishly, love to pester endlessly.
Huan Xuan didn't understand how he could marry such a wife.
Later, that dream changed.
They quarreled and had a cold war, and he waited for Chi Yan to bow his head - just like he had done countless times before.
Until the wife, who was always smiling, fell in a pool of blood, her black hair spread out, and her thin wrists hanging on the ground, like withered lotus stems and leaves.
He woke up from his dream, heartbroken.
Intention: Frankness