From the moment Xie Yuqing transmigrated to ancient times, she devoted herself to building her career.
She spent her whole life rejecting love, and became a lone duckweed without a soul to rely on.
The noble clans hated her to the bone, while students from humble backgrounds avoided her.
She was charged with countless crimes: conspiring with corrupt officials, harming loyal subjects, and desecrating imperial authority.
In the end, even the little wolf cub she had raised with her own hands shed his mild-mannered disguise.
Leaning over the jade desk, he threatened her in a low voice: "Defy me again and I'll chop you down."
In the third year of Jingxing, the reckoning finally came.
That night, the Chancellor's residence was engulfed in flames. Assassins broke in, their poison-coated blades pointed at her brow.
"Your hands are stained with blood. Do you regret it?"
Xie Yuqing felt nothing. Slowly, she wiped her hands with warm water. "There's nothing to regret."
But the heat and dryness all around her forced her to spit out a mouthful of blood. For some reason, she thought of that cold, lonely courtyard and the rain beating down on withered lotus leaves.
She had ridden seven horses to ruin in one night, racing through dust and dirt to find him. Not to reminisce, but to bring him a cup of poisoned wine.
The young man, his features gentle, still fanned himself with a folding fan as he smiled and spoke cruelly.
"Do you still have a heart?"
When you've made your name and achieved your ambitions, standing atop a mountain of corpses,
what is left in your heart?
*
Xie Yuqing died.
When she opened her eyes again, Prince Chen, who had once secretly loved her and been sentenced to death by her own hand, was sitting beside her bed, blinking at her. "You're awake?"
"What year is it?"
"The thirty-ninth year of Jiayu."
She had been reborn! She had returned to three years earlier!
In her previous life, she had served her country and her king with a clear conscience, but had wronged only him.
In this life, she would treat him well.
It's just that Prince Chen is clingier than she could ever have imagined. He insists on accompanying her every time she goes out. It's a little strange.
*
A few months later.
Xie Yuqing went shopping alone and spotted a wanted poster that hadn't been completely torn down.
She picked a few words from the ragged edge of the paper.
The third year of Jingxing.
Well, how should she put it...
It's...
It's pretty awkward.
That rascal faked his death and tricked me into thinking I was three years younger.
Just you wait. I'll chop him into mincemeat, piece by piece.
Theme: Don't believe or spread rumors. Time never goes backward.
