Ling He and I had vowed to be husband and wife for life, faithful to each other alone. The difference was that we had both transmigrated. I thought we could rely on each other and grow old together, even in a feudal dynasty. But the cold palace, which should have been damp and desolate, was home to Song Xiyun, his childhood sweetheart from his previous life. I had no time to argue with him, because my pet snake, which had gained sentience, had already wrapped itself around me.
