Summary
Imperial Father told me to choose a Prince Consort. Shen Yu, the Newly Appointed Top Scholar, was as elegant as jade and as graceful as a tree in the wind; Sheng Yang, the General of the Left, cut a striking, heroic figure.
I chose Shen Yu.
But I did not know then that he already had someone in his heart.
After we were married, he kept the woman he loved as a mistress outside the manor. For ten years, I poured my whole heart into him, yet never managed to warm that stone-cold heart of his.
In the end, I withered away in misery and died.
When I was reborn, I chose the General of the Left without the slightest hesitation.
Shen Yu snapped his head up. His bloodshot eyes crashed straight into mine.
So… he had been reborn too.