Xin Yi was born in the last years of the dynasty, and troubled times were beginning to emerge, and all parties were ready to take action.
Yanzhou, where the family was based, was rich and well-located, but unfortunately my father was of a mediocre nature and had neither the ambition to be a hero nor the talent to compete. It was hard to be a parent-official who was good at managing the people.
My younger brother is like a young bamboo, while Xinyi is sick and weak, like a flower withered in the wind.
A family of three is about to wither in the wind and rain of this troubled world.
In order to protect the peace and happiness of this place, her father in the previous life tried his best to marry her to Yanling, the Marquis of Yan who dominated the north.
The Marquis of Yan was fierce and brave, a tiger perched on a dragon's plate, but he was aloof and cold-hearted. After three years of marriage, except at night, he showed no affection towards her at all other times, and the couple was alienated.
Xin Yi thought, as long as Yanhou can protect the people of Yanzhou and save his family from the danger of war.
But who knows, in the autumn of the third year, Yanhou's Qingmei, who was thought to be dead, returns, and the already thin friendship between the couple becomes increasingly endangered.
Yanzhou was in danger, so Xin Yi waited outside Yanhou's house for a day, hoping to ask him to send troops to rescue Yanzhou.
But what was waiting was the smiling green plum who came out and said that the prince was drunk and had fallen asleep.
When Xin Yi understood the meaning, he lost all hope. He drove away with his family's entourage that night, hoping to be buried with his family.
When they passed a cliff, they realized that the carriage had been disabled and the carriage fell into the deep cliff.
At that moment, Xin Yi felt that Marquis Yan was cruel and regretted his original choice.
When she woke up again, she was twenty-eight years old again, and her father wanted to marry her to the north.
Xin Yi decisively stopped him and went to the south of the Yangtze River in the March of Fireworks, hoping to unite with the Jiang family in the south to seek a chance of survival.
In the peach grove of the Jiang family, Xin Yi met the eighteen-year-old Jiang Shuo. At that time, his father had not yet died due to Marquis Yan, and his brother's legs had not been disabled. He was not the deep and majestic overlord of the Southland four years later, but just a high-spirited young general.
He was picking peaches for his younger siblings, and his laughter almost spread throughout the forest.
Xin Yi finished sighing and turned around silently to leave, not wanting to be stopped.
"Young lady, stay!"
Xin Yi turned around in surprise and saw that he jumped down from the tree like a monkey, came to her, stretched out his hand and handed over a big, pink peach.
"Would you like a peach? This is the sweetest one on the tree."
The peach leaves trembled one after another, and the handsome young man stood with a smile on his face, expectation in his eyes.
Xin Yi was in a daze and did not dare to take the peach for a long time.
Jiang Shuo was born into a prominent family in the south of the Yangtze River. He became famous at a young age. He was proficient in warfare and was invincible. The Jiang clan he led dominated the southern land and was at odds with the Marquis of Yan. However, what is most talked about is not his ability and courage to unify the southern land, but his wild and unbridled vows...
"In this life, I will behead you and marry you."
When the two armies faced each other, he spoke boldly in front of the Marquis of Yan, and uttered this bold statement that spread throughout the nine states.
It was because of these frivolous words that Yan Ling always suspected that something unclear had happened to her when she was captured by Jiang Shuo, and her attitude was hazy.
Reading Guide
Emotional sweet text
Strong non-female heroine
Intention: Born toward the sun