Xue Yingyi had spent sixteen years as the pampered young lady of a duke's household. Then one day, she was told she was a fake heiress, switched at birth. In a fit of anger, she ran away from home, only to end up dead in the wilderness.
When she opened her eyes again, she was in the midst of a bustling pleasure district.
She asked around and learned that the current emperor was the late emperor's fifth son. He had ascended the throne by imperial decree six years ago and named his reign Fengying.
On the tenth day of the eleventh lunar month in the sixth year of Fengying, a heavy snowfall marked the day she came back from the dead.
It turned out she had arrived seven years in the future, and her childhood friend, with whom she had fought since they were children, had become the Son of Heaven.
She heard he had also become a tyrant everyone wanted dead.
Xue Yingyi had nowhere to go. She figured she might as well go scare him and finally win one over him after all these years of grudges.
That was, until she actually stood before him.
The young emperor, slightly drunk, raised his eyes. He showed no surprise at all. Instead, he gazed at her for a long time with unsettling familiarity, then gently lifted a hand.
Xue Yingyi instinctively dodged.
"What do you mean?" He paused, then gave a faint, mocking smile. "You won't even let me touch you in my dreams now?"
"..."
*
During the time Pei Linzhi took her in at the palace, Xue Yingyi lived even more comfortably than she had before. But she could not depend on him forever. She had no reason to rely on him for the rest of her life.
Listening to her lament, Pei Linzhi replied casually, "I have an idea."
"What, what is it?"
"Become my empress."
"..." She understood. He was taking the opportunity to get revenge!
After all, he was a tyrant!
Only later did Xue Yingyi learn that after she died, Pei Linzhi had personally killed her enemies and settled accounts with her blood relatives, earning himself the name of tyrant.
She also learned about the palace pavilions built exclusively for her, the women in his harem who looked more or less like her, and the private storehouse filled with her old belongings and portraits...
Every single thing
was proof of the almost-mad love he had carried for seven years.
Theme: Only the moon in the sky can shine bright enough to drive away the long night.
