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When Sang Rou woke up after rebirth, the most important thing was to avoid Zhou Chongjing, the man she once loved most.
She had loved him like crazy since she was a child, and because of her status as a princess, she would not let go of him. She thought he would hate her, but she didn't expect him to hate her that much.
When the imperial court was defeated, he led a group of ministers to force his brother to send her to the Western Barbarians for marriage.
"If the princess is willing to marry with justice, she will save tens of millions of people in Wu. I also admire the princess for her kindness."
That was the first time he was willing to take the initiative to talk to her.
She listened to his words infatuatedly and married to the Yi Kingdom. In the past three years, she was beaten, scolded and humiliated by the Yi King. Later, the child was gone, she was injured and died in the cold and heavy snow with no clothes on.
After her death, the people of Wu finally came to pick her up.
She watched secretly as they transported her body back to Wu. On the day of the funeral, some people cried bitterly for her, but Zhou Chongjing stood in front of the coffin with an indifferent expression, without any sadness, and advised his brother beside him to put the overall situation first.
Sang Rou opened her eyes again. The news of her defeat had just reached the palace. She rejected all the upright people who awe-inspiringly urged her to come and get married. She was infamy behind the back of the government and the public. Without leaving a word, she took a boat to Huaizhou, where the scenery was picturesque.
She was leaning by the Wangyou Tower, drinking wine and listening to music, while Zhou Chongjing chased her south from Kyoto.
She picked up the Luo Shang that had fallen off her shoulders. Her beautiful face seemed to be drunk, but her eyes were cold and cold. She smiled and asked the visitor: "Does Zhou Xiangguo still want to persuade me to get married?"
Zhou Chongjing stood alone outside the bead curtain. When he heard Sang Rou's question, he opened the curtain and walked in. He walked up to her, knelt down in front of the imperial concubine's bed, took the wine glass from her hand, and said with a warm voice: "No, I'm here to propose marriage."
Note: Chasing his wife at the crematorium, the heroine has experienced everything in her previous life, but she is letting herself go in this life.
