His Grave Mistake, My Second Life

For twenty years, Zhou Yanzhi and I were a couple bound by resentment. During our worst fight, he gripped my throat and demanded to know why Jiang Lingyi had been the one chosen for the political marriage, why I wasn’t the one who had died. I laughed and told him it was because he was incompetent, powerless to protect Jiang Lingyi. After so many years as husband and wife, we knew each other’s deepest wounds and exactly how to tear them open. But on the day of the rebellion, Zhou Yanzhi shielded me with everything he had. He took several arrows to the chest and died in my arms. As he lay dying, he wiped away my tears, a look of release on his face. “Don’t cry,” he whispered. “All these years… I’ve been so tired.” “If there is a next life, let’s set each other free. I want to go find her…” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the Southern Kingdom requested a political marriage. I no longer forced the issue. I took the initiative and requested to be the one sent for the marriage. This time, I decided to grant Zhou Yanzhi his wish.