Two Years After the Wedding

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At first, Qin Shishi eagerly looked forward to spending every day and night with Ling Muyang.

He was a prodigy who had made a name for himself at a young age, excelling in both letters and arms. He was the emperor's pride and joy, the sixth prince.

She was merely a sickly orphan, abandoned by the family of the Right Chancellor and raised in the countryside.

By a twist of fate, an imperial edict betrothed them to each other.

At a palace banquet, Ling Muyang came to Qin Shishi's rescue and boldly declared that she would be his wife.

Qin Shishi treated his illness, helped him fight for the throne, and formed an alliance with him.

Later, the most merciless arrow in Ling Muyang's quiver pierced the city gate and shot straight toward Qin Shishi's chest.

He said he had already given his heart to someone else. It wasn't her.

Fortunately, Qin Shishi was only wounded in the shoulder. She did not die.

In the eighteenth year of Yuanzheng, Ling Muyang became ruler of the Great Zhou.

That night, he imprisoned Qin Shishi in the Hall of Eternal Life, but her sobs could not penetrate its thick palace walls.

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When news of Qin Shishi's death reached him, Ling Muyang was hunting carefree at the royal grounds.

He had fought on countless battlefields and slain his enemies with his own hand. He had won an empire from the saddle, yet this was the first time in his life he had fallen from a horse.

Leaning on a cane, he limped into her palace. The familiar scent of medicine lingered in the air, along with the smell of blood that had spread through the entire palace when she died.

He thought he would never miss a wife from an enemy family. Only later did he realize that the woman he loved had been by his side all along.

Through the endless nights, sitting alone in the empty palace, he would always see the silhouette of a woman in plain clothes behind the curtains, mending the tears in his clothes from martial arts practice.

Back then, he had scorned her for being so provincial. She had only smiled and said how wonderful it was to live in the prince's manor, where she wouldn't have to keep mending things.

He sat in the Hall of Eternal Life until snow blanketed the world and plum blossoms bloomed. It seemed he could see the wound on her shoulder, soaked through with blood, just as he had seen it at the city gate long ago. It, too, had bloomed into a flower of despair.

He could never heal the wound he had inflicted on her. Not in this lifetime.

The heroine was actually the hero's one true love, and she faked her death.

The hero loves her without realizing it. The blurb is told from a biased perspective, and there are misunderstandings. Let me unravel the mysteries one by one.

The hero will grovel at the heroine's feet. 1v1, both virgins, happy ending.

Theme: I will give you everything I have