After the Female Insect Travels to Ancient Times, She Reunites with Her Faked-Death Lover

Twenty years after her husband died, a thick fog sent Yuan Che to a completely unfamiliar world. The buildings here were low and scattered, the streets paved with broad, tidy bluestone slabs. Every resident passing by had black hair and black eyes, and none had insect markings on their faces or necks. He stared at everything before him in a daze. Suddenly, gongs blared to clear the way. Everyone angrily hurled rotten cabbage stalks at the enemy prisoners inside a caged wagon. [That damned Crown Prince of Southern Chu deserves to be ground to dust!] A sudden heat flared at the back of Yuan Che's neck. He followed the sensation with his gaze. The prisoner in the wagon was shackled in heavy chains. The wind lifted the long hair covering his face, revealing features as pale as porcelain. Yuan Che froze. Wasn't this his husband, who had died twenty years ago? * The foolish young master of the Loyal Duke's household had suddenly come to his senses. Not only could he speak eloquently, he also started going to the hostage residence every day. Bringing water and medicine, he was devoted to a fault. No one could chase him away. Xie Linxi had never met anyone so shamelessly persistent. After being framed, he had fallen into enemy hands as a prisoner, and everyone was free to humiliate him. Only Yuan Che would stand up for him and fight, pick up his filthy hair ribbon and wash it clean, and smile at him from the heart.