For the ten years my parents were away at war, I was fostered on a country estate and grew up rough around the edges.
I was nothing like the gentle, refined Shen Miaoyi, who had grown up beside them.
She was the daughter of their fallen comrades and had followed my parents to the frontier from the age of six.
“Miaoyi may not be our daughter by blood, but she is dearer to us than one.”
I resented her for stealing my parents.
I resented her for keeping them to herself for ten years without sparing me even one.
So, for once, I fought back and stole her marriage to the Young Prince.
But after Shen Miaoyi married another man, her life turned miserable.
The Young Prince felt guilty and secretly helped her.
A rift opened between us.
I fought back one more time and refused to speak to him until the day I died.
Kneeling beside my bed, he said he regretted it.
“Ningshu, please don’t leave me alone.”
“Once you recover, we can go back to the way we were and ride side by side again…”
I did not want that life anymore.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my parents were arranging a marriage for Shen Miaoyi.
This time, I spoke first.
“The Young Prince likes powder blue. Sister Miaoyi would look perfect in it.”
