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Su Yuqinggui was the eldest princess of the Yan Dynasty, and was worshiped by thousands of people, but she was determined to marry the aloof and handsome new champion. Everyone said that their husband and wife were loving and harmonious, and they were praised by others. Little did they know that after more than ten years of marriage, only Su Qingyu herself knew---- How she put down her position and made plans for him. But the man still ignored him, as if he was disgusted with himself. I would rather die than touch myself, let alone like her at all. In the end, she died under the assassin's sword and fell into his arms, feeling regretful. Fortunately, fate favored me and I returned to the place where everything had never begun. * Su Yuqing, who had given up everything, hugged the family members she had let down in her previous life with tears in her eyes, and vowed to fulfill her filial piety well this time and stay away from this betrayal. But he came to her door himself and knelt outside the hall, just asking to see her. Su Yuqing guiltily pestered her grandmother, who was still alive, and after a long time, she said coldly: "Let him kneel." * Outside the house, heavy rain poured down, drenching the figure of the young man kneeling in the rain. His eyebrows were cold and elegant, with a hint of deep red at the end of his eyes. A palace maid passed by and said unbearably: "My lord, you have been kneeling for two hours. You should go back. The princess has said that I won't see you again." "... She will." The young Ling Xuanchen gritted his teeth. The blood-stained image of Su Yuqing in his previous life lingered in his mind. The guilt pierced his heart like a biting thorn, and even his breath smelled like blood. Ling Xuanchen raised his face, letting the big raindrops hit his overly proud face, and stared at the Princess Palace as persistently as an abyss. "Don't go, don't leave me..."