Shumiao died on that snowy winter day, and the blood at his throat dyed Fu Chuji's plain white robe red.
She would remember until her death that the powerful regent asked her in a voice that was tempered with ice, with his eyes red, "Shu Miao, do you hate me so much?"
Hate? Maybe. She was his chess piece imprisoned in a golden cage, a tool he used to contain his political opponents, and was known to everyone in the capital as the "Prince Regent's forbidden wife." She tried to escape and resist, but what she got in exchange was a tighter restraint and his almost crazy paranoia - he broke her wings, but applied medicine to her in the middle of the night; he destroyed everything she cherished, but piled the most luxurious treasures in the world in front of her.
When he opened his eyes again, Shumiao went back to the year when he first met Fu Chuji.
At that time, he was still a hostage that everyone despised, with gloomy eyebrows and scars all over his body, curled up on the street corner like a wary cub. And she was an underappreciated concubine in the Shangshu Mansion. She was carefully holding half a warm steamed bun and looking into his dark eyes.
This time, Shumiao just wanted to stay away from him. She wants to protect her family, break free from the shackles of fate, and live her own life.
But she didn't expect that the man who dragged her into hell in her previous life would gently pull her sleeves with calloused fingers when she turned around. His voice was hoarse as if it had been sandpapered: "Miss... Don't go."
What's more, she didn't expect that when she avoided all the traps and thought she could live a stable life, she discovered that the future regent was heading towards even more complete madness than in her previous life. And the edge of his loss of control always reflected a vague, long-dead shadow - that shadow actually overlapped with hers.
"Shu Miao," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot, with paranoia that would destroy everything, "don't leave me behind in this life."
She looked at the darkness and madness surging in his eyes, and suddenly understood: It turned out that after she died in the previous life, the cold-blooded villain had already carved her name into his bones and blood, and it became an obsession that could not be redeemed in his life. In this life, she may be his disaster, or maybe... She is the only light that can pull him back.
Intention: Shumiao