Jiang Ji, the envoy of the Jingwei Division, held great power and was a favored minister of the emperor. He was decisive and ruthless in his dealings. The government and the public neither dare to be enemies with it, nor are they willing to work with it. Until she was involved in the dispute over the next imperial power, and was trapped in a prison where she died by mistake, and her body was discarded in a mass grave. Only then did people realize that Crown Prince Jiang, who had gained notoriety at the age of fifteen and was promoted to a noble rank at the age of twenty, was actually a female named Jiao'e.
After Jiang's death, the only person who came to collect her body was Song Zizhou, the minister of Dali Temple who had been on the same level as her.
Jiang Zi opened her eyes again and found that she had returned to her childhood. When she met the young boy Song Zizhou, she found that many things were different from the story in her memory...
"A cold and noble young man..."
"Huh? Who are you talking about?" Song Zizhou, wearing an apron, put the freshly baked sweet-scented osmanthus cake into Jiang Ji's mouth.
"Is it sweet?"
"Hmm... Sweet."
"Then you are still thinking about other young masters?"
Jiang Ji blinked his big innocent eyes and didn't know how to explain, so he had to take advantage of his drunkenness to kiss the lips of the person opposite him.
Intention: Knowing clearly that there are tigers in the mountains, I prefer to go to the tiger mountains. No matter how cruel the truth is, it is still better than falsehood.