In her previous life, Li Juchen, a female official of the Great Liang dynasty, had a notorious reputation and was despised by all. She held immense power in the court for most of her life, manipulating politics behind the scenes. When the court officials finally rose against her, her downfall was seen as deserved.

What she didn’t expect was that her lifelong rival, the Prince of Pengshan, would sacrifice his life just to give her a sliver of hope for survival.

Li Juchen searched the world and finally found the rumored final letter left behind by the Prince of Pengshan. She had intended to fulfill his last wish—but upon opening the dust-covered bamboo tube, she found not a will, but a love letter he had written to her in his youth:

“It’s laughable, really.
In this life, I’ve shared drinks with strange women for the sake of solving cases.
Slept beside refugees while providing disaster relief.
Shared meals with commoners I barely knew.
Held umbrellas for homeless women and children.

I loved you so much—
Yet, I never got to do any of those things with you.”

Song Mi was elegant and handsome, born into nobility, famous from a young age. In the capital of Great Liang, he was the unapproachable mountain snow, the moon in the sky. At just twenty, he held great power and sat at the top of the hierarchy for years. He could have had a life without regrets—but he happened to fall in love with the one woman he shouldn’t have.

High in the Golden Palace, Song Mi often glanced at that cold, aloof figure and thought, “If I had known I’d fall in love with her, I would never have made her my enemy.”

Ultimately, he paid a heavy price for this unshakable affection.

Even on the very first day of his rebirth, the only clear thought amid the chaos in his mind was this: I want to see her.

As if drawn by fate, he rushed to where she was, only to find her drunk at the wedding banquet of her childhood friend.

He stood in the shadows watching her for a long time. Then he left behind a handkerchief for wiping tears—and turned to leave.

Suddenly, she chased after him. In the dim light, she grabbed his hand from behind.

“Your back looks a lot like someone I like,” she said.

Song Mi felt as if his heart had been tightly clenched. He stopped in his tracks, sneered coldly, turned around, and let the light shine on his face.

“Does it still look like him now?”

Li Juchen tiptoed and kissed him.