Only One Spring Remains

Pei Zhuyi, the emperor's uncle, died on the battlefield. When the news reached the capital, a pale hand gripped a doorframe, and a heavily pregnant woman stepped out of her prison.

In her tenth month of pregnancy, Ying Zhiwei hid the child she had just given birth to. Then, posing as an unmarried woman, she entered the Marquis's residence and schemed tirelessly to marry Ming Hong, the younger son of the Ming family.

"Cousin." On the capital's Magpie Bridge, she gave a graceful wave with her embroidered handkerchief, looking delicate and lovely.

Ming Hong's eyes lit up when he saw the woman he loved. "Third Miss."

The tall man beside him turned around at the same time. His handsome face was like a nightmare. Ying Zhiwei nearly turned and ran.

The demon who had imprisoned her had returned from hell.

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Pei Zhuyi had lost all his memories. He thought she was merely a helpless, frail young woman, a cousin who was staying at the Ming residence.

Suppressing his racing heart, he greeted her politely. "How are you, Third Miss Ying?"

Ying Zhiwei was seized by the urge to kill him.

Later, Pei Zhuyi remembered that the only reason he had set out to conquer the realm was that Third Miss Ying had once said she wanted to be empress.

His ways hadn't changed. He still treated an unmarried woman's bedchamber as his own, trapping Ying Zhiwei at the foot of the bed and forcing the empress's seal into her hand.

"You can crack walnuts with it, just don't throw it at my face."

A bird will return to the lake where it once drowned;

A firefly will flee forever through the distant, pitch-black night.

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