Burning Brocade

In my previous life, I was meek and virtuous, helping my husband ascend to the position of commander-in-chief. But he hugged his new love, laughed at me as a "boring old thing", and let her send me home with a bowl of poison. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day he proposed. In the peach blossoms all over the city, he knelt down on one knee holding roses and said: "Wanqing, marry me and you will live up to your expectations in this life." I took the rose with a smile, and then in front of him, stitch by stitch, sewed the petals to the softest part of his heart. "Does it hurt? Marshal." "This is just the beginning."