On the day of the Flower-Viewing Banquet,
I accidentally spent a night of passion with Second Young Master Yan.
Forced to abandon my previous engagement, I was hastily married into Prince Yan’s Mansion.
I had thought such a noble household would be impossible to survive in.
Who would have guessed that after the wedding, my mother-in-law would be kind, my husband easy to coax, and my children sensible?
Aside from taking medicine, I never suffered any real hardship.
Comfortably and contentedly, I lived to the age of seventy-five.
On my deathbed, as I looked back on the past, I could not help but take Yan Zhao’s hand.
“In this life, you and I came together by a twist of fate, but it turned out rather well.”
“If there is a next life, would you be willing to be with me again…”
To my surprise, Yan Zhao’s face suddenly went cold.
“Shen Yao, if we could live this life over, you would still want to have an illicit affair with me without so much as a matchmaker?”
“What do you take me for? It is not as if I cannot live without you!”
Seriously?
We already had children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, yet he was still this resentful?
He should have said so sooner.
Then the husband I had known since childhood, the one who was supposed to marry into my family, would not have ended up leaving alone after I broke off the marriage.
He would not have died so young in a distant land.
Thinking of Rong Zhen, I grew even more melancholy.
There had been three perfectly good people. How had I ended up the only one to live a happy, peaceful life?
My eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the Flower-Viewing Banquet.
