The Young Master Went Mad After I Married

On a freezing winter night, a baby girl in swaddling clothes should have sunk beneath the river's surface. But the young heir of the Duke of Xuancheng's residence stopped his boat and pulled her back from the brink of death. He named her Chenyu, not because her beauty could make fish sink, but because he remembered that she had been destined to feed the fish. For the next twenty years, she was the most inconspicuous slave in his household, and the sharpest blade he kept hidden in the shadows. The flowers in Wuyuan bloomed and withered again and again, and the blood on her sword dried only to be replenished. She thought she would spend her life confined to his estate, until the winds scattered the fog surrounding her true origins and brought to light the old grudges of a fallen dynasty, political schemes at court, and secrets of the great clans. After exhausting every scheme and seeing human hearts turn against one another, she climbed over mountains of bones to the very peak of power. Only when she looked back did she see that the young lord who had sheltered her under his wing since childhood had long since been driven mad by the tangled love and hatred between them. Willows along the banks of Taicheng shroud the ten-mile embankment in mist. Those who once passed through are long gone. All she has left is emptiness in her hands, and even that first trace of warmth is beyond her grasp. Also known as Willow Mist over Taicheng (No transmigration, no rebirth, no System. A traditional historical romance.)