My Nemesis Cries at My Grave

Fudong Commandery Princess Mu Qingyin defied her superiors and plotted a rebellion. When her treason was exposed, she was sentenced to drink poison. Having heard rumors of her impending arrest, Mu Qingyin fled the capital in the dead of night. Pursued by soldiers, she was driven off a cliff, her body shattered and never recovered.

Word spread through the streets and alleys, drawing sighs and lamentations.

"Fudong Commandery Princess was breathtakingly beautiful and clever as well. What a pity."

"I'd heard she was close with several princes, but I never expected her to commit such a brazen act of treason."

"You could tell from the time she ran away from her wedding. No one who wasn't a rebel would do such a thing."

"And she ran from her wedding to Lord Lu of the Justice Bureau. Simply outrageous."

Lu Chengyou of the Justice Bureau was handsome and gifted. Though always cool and distant by nature, he was still a highly sought-after bachelor.

Mu Qingyin had petitioned the Emperor for an imperial decree and secured their marriage, only to change out of her wedding dress for another man on the day of the wedding.

Thus began the feud between Mu Qingyin and Lu Chengyou, which only grew more bitter.

She once pushed him into the water without hesitation. He once had more than a dozen of her shops investigated and confiscated in one go, transferring everything to the state treasury.

He once made her kneel in the snow for a day and a night in winter. She once set fire to his beloved peach grove.

But all that dust and turmoil would fade with Mu Qingyin's death.

Except...

Mu Qingyin wasn't dead.

On the day of her burial, in the drizzling rain of early autumn, Mu Qingyin found a pavilion halfway up the mountain with a perfect view of her grave below.

She was branded a traitor and rebel, so few people came to mourn her.

When Mu Qingyin had seen enough and got up to leave, someone approached from the foot of the mountain through the rain.

It was Lu Chengyou.

He stood in the rain in a dark gray robe, holding an umbrella in one hand. After a long while, he laid a peach blossom branch before the tombstone.

Theme: Love and hate, madness and passion, all washed away with a laugh