The Reborn Sheriff's Daughter

The masked friend who peeled shrimps and picked out the threads for me in my previous life turned out to be the most handsome man in the world after my rebirth. Strength value 100+, appearance value 100+, possessiveness 100+, IQ 100+ And the man I once loved with all my heart cheated on me behind my back and sold me to an enemy country. Under his almost "broken" eyes, I asked him heartbreakingly: You only married me because after I was sold to the enemy's country, could you get enough money to marry your beloved woman and fly away? Later, I looked at him with a smile, which made his face livid: I don't love you anymore. I don't love you anymore. In this life, even if we meet by chance, we will just be strangers, okay? Over the years, the man was plotted by his beloved woman and became a lowly traitor who could not hold his head high. For her sake, he seeks power and usurps the throne, and secretly communicates information. But what he never expected was that the woman around him was the one who hated him the most. He started to love me and lick me, but I still didn't want to see him Remember, old dramas cannot be repeated! —————————— Tonight is a sleepless night. I woke up from a nightmare, but everything in the dream gradually overlapped with the ghost man later. The madness in my youth originated from a certain inn in Canglan River. The plum blossoms at the inn have withered four times. I stood there with loneliness and emptiness, reading his letters over and over again. The number of paper letters is decreasing day by day, but I was surprised to find that every time, really every time, the handwriting on the letters was completely different (perhaps others imitated it very similar, but I could see through it at a glance). So I tried to take chances and sent a total of twenty-one letters. The words in the letters always said: After four years of decline, when will my husband come back? When can we watch the lanterns side by side on summer nights and catch birds in the snow in winter? Before the twenty-two letters were sent, I recalled his words at an inappropriate time: In the five years since the heavy snowfall, when I have made great achievements, I will marry you. The number of letters has not increased, but the scabs on my face have increased at a speed visible to the naked eye. From now on, I only dare to exist in the world with a veil. In fact, I already knew that by the time he returned, I would have turned into a skeleton. The letter before her death lay safely in the wooden box. She didn't know that from beginning to end, no second person opened it. [The high-spirited, frivolous and unruly prince × the clever and sassy daughter of the county governor] If Li Yuanchao had looked back at her for a long time, after all... His heart had been corroded and riddled with holes, leaving only the hatred that corroded his bones. -Life is like a dream, how much pleasure is there? Spending all the time in the world is not as good as sitting in a corner of the courtyard, talking with you at night by holding a candle, and spending a good night together but a short one. #When the hatred dies, you and I will be young "Meizhou Prefecture in the Yellow Sea, Xiping County in Qinghai" "Zhuo River Youzhou, East China Sea Lin'an, Cangwu Jiangxia, Taihu Yiling, Nanzhao Canglan" "Your Majesty wants a kingdom, and I also want a piece of it." Yan Wujiang's hands reached the sky, but he once personally gave her a great gift: using mountains and rivers as matchmakers, and the throne as betrothal. "Wujiang, I hope... You live five more years than me." "Why" "I want you to love me for five more years." He was destined to have a calamity, and it was said that he would not live past his tender years, so his parents wished him a long life. Intention: A mere ephemera in this world will live up to your time and honor.