A Blessed Life

She transmigrates to the Qing dynasty. Uncompetitive and cold by nature, she is a superb martial artist, yet only raises a hand for those she cares about. That day, he held a sword to her chest. “Tell me, who are you really?” A desolate, cold smile touched her lips. “Tell whom? Who are you? The Third Prince, or the man I love?” That day, he stepped out from behind the artificial hill. “Even now, do you still have no regrets?” She watched Yin Zhi's departing figure. “Regrets? At this point, can I still afford to regret anything? We both know that power is a road we must fight for. We can only wager our lives on success or failure. Mountains and storms lie along the way, but no matter how treacherous the road ahead, I cannot stop. To stop is to die; to retreat is to die as well. I have nowhere left to go. It's too late for regrets. But if I truly were to regret anything... Fourth Prince, have you ever hated me?” Ten years without returning, the road back forgotten. How much of the heart's sincerity remains after all life's drifting dust? *****Reader group: 218877250. To join, use the name of any one of the four major banks mentioned in the story as your password.*****