Madam Has Run Away from Her Wedding!

As she neared the end of her life, Song Ciyue looked back on it and thought that, despite being empress, there hadn't been much to it.

She and Lu Wen had been husband and wife for a lifetime. He was indeed a wise ruler: he appointed worthy ministers, expanded the borders, and doubled the empire's territory. At home, he executed treacherous officials, used an iron fist to bring down the great clans, and pushed through sweeping reforms, creating a celebrated golden age.

He was a good ruler to the empire, but truly not a good husband to her.

When she gave birth to her first child, she lay on the bed with her life hanging by a thread. The man gave the midwife an icy command: "...Save the baby."

Before she had even finished her month of postpartum recovery, one high official's daughter after another entered the imperial harem.

Seated on the golden throne carved with nine dragons, Lu Wen didn't even look up as he said, "It's to keep the court in check."

She fell ill from the sorrow festering in her heart.

Lu Wen casually toyed with the white jade ring on his finger. "Stop being so petty and jealous. If you can't manage this palace, I have no qualms about taking back your empress's seal. Plenty of people would love to have your position."

She had never once known what it felt like to be cherished.

When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the age of seventeen, before she had married Lu Wen.

She didn't want to marry Lu Wen again. Her grandfather was the chief minister of the court, and all she wanted was to live freely and at ease, to experience real love and know what it felt like to be treasured. That gentle and handsome top scholar was just her type.

Lu Wen never imagined that his usually gentle and composed fiancee would ask to break off their engagement.

"Why?"

"Because the one I love isn't you."

Lu Wen found it amusing. Marriage was a union between two families, a bond that brought political power together.

He casually opened a memorial and said coldly, "Go tell your grandfather that I don't mind marrying a different daughter of the Song family."

Song Ciyue couldn't persuade her grandfather, so she climbed over a wall and eloped with the top scholar, fleeing to a remote mountain village to live under an assumed name. On their wedding day, Lu Wen kicked open the wooden door and came in with a sword.

Looking at the simple yet warm wedding hall, Song Ciyue stood in front of the top scholar. For the first time, Lu Wen tasted the pain of heartbreak.

Reborn at the beginning, followed by a groveling quest to win his wife back.

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