Yangzhou is very beautiful, and the Shen family is the most beautiful one.
With the reputation of being the most beautiful woman in Yangzhou, Shen Mizhu was taught to marry a rich and noble family since she was a child.
He was about to succeed, but he didn't expect that in troubled times, he was deceived by his sister and gave it to Ji Heng, the leader of the rebel army.
Later, after three years of hiding her beauty in the golden house, she was tricked by her sister and lost her life. Even when she died, she was buried with that man.
Reborn at the age of fifteen, Shen Mizhu decided to change her destiny. She persuaded her family to leave Kyoto and met Ji Mingyuan, the concubine of the chief minister.
Ji Mingyuan was born with a bright and beautiful life, but he was in poor health and had never been married when he was over 20 years old.
Shen Mizhu was fed up with Ji Heng's surly and powerful attitude, and liked Ji Mingyuan's weakness. The two hit it off and got married.
On the wedding night, Chen Mi Zhu made a three-part agreement: no masks, no red clothes, no swear words.
Ji Mingyuan agreed with a smile.
After the marriage, Ji Mingyuan seemed to be in trouble. Not only did his health improve, but his career also went smoothly.
Shen Mizhu faced the envious gazes of all the noble ladies and followed Ji Mingyuan from the concubine's wife to the chief minister's wife. She felt happy that she had made the right bet.
Until one time, Shen Mizhu dreamed of her past life. She dreamed of the man who had beaten her so hard in her previous life. After he took off his mask and red clothes, he suddenly looked like her newlywed husband!
Waking up in a cold sweat, Shen Mizhu packed her bags and ran away immediately.
Unexpectedly, the former gentle and gentle chief assistant changed his appearance and blocked her escape route with a knife in his hand and a gloomy look on his face.
Shen Mizhu's eyes filled with tears: "Sir... Sir?"
Ji Mingyuan smiled darkly: "If I had known you would still run away, I wouldn't have pretended."
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In his last life, Ji Mingyuan and Shen Mizhu had been an unknown "couple" for three years. He single-handedly raised her as a girl who had never known the world. Every bit of her pampered temperament was completely based on his preferences and attracted him to death.
Later, when the love became more intense, Ji Mingyuan leaned into Shen Mizhu's ear and hissed, "Why did you run away in the first place?"
Shen Mizhu gently hugged Ji Mingyuan's neck, and her voice was gentle like a weak oriole: "Sir, please be gentle, Mi'er hurts..."
Ji Mingyuan's heart suddenly softened.
Intention: Even if the gear of fate is powerful, I will fight it to the death