[A beauty who unknowingly stirs desire × a cold, abstinent young general]
In her previous life, Qiao Shilian was the prime minister’s beloved daughter—her beauty likened to begonia kissed by sunlight, snow gathered beneath the moon, a rare and peerless vision. She was personally chosen by the emperor as the Crown Prince’s consort, enjoying boundless honor and glory.
Yet disaster struck overnight. Qiao Shilian was falsely accused and sentenced to death, her body discarded in the wilderness.
Only after becoming a wandering soul did she learn the truth: the one who framed her was her closest, most trusted “good sister,” while the Crown Prince had secretly fanned the flames behind the scenes.
Betrayed by all, abandoned by everyone—
only Su Zhuoguang, a man who had never known her, cradled her corpse with grief etched across his face and personally arranged her burial.
The sight stunned Qiao Shilian.
She vaguely remembered this young general—renowned for his valor was known to keep women at arm’s length, aloof and noble, cold as ice.
Perhaps fate had other plans.
Qiao Shilian was reborn to a time before her engagement to the Crown Prince. Determined to avoid the tragedy of her past life, the only viable solution was to find another husband.
At a palace banquet, carrying the memories of her former life, Qiao Shilian mustered her courage and stopped Su Zhuoguang as the feast ended.
“Young General Su, may I marry you?”
The guests were shocked by her audacity and watched with keen interest, eager to see how this cold and heartless general would respond.
Su Zhuoguang paused, fingers tightening around his wine cup. His voice was clear and frosty:
“No. A woman proposing to a man—what kind of impropriety is that?”
Laughter erupted around them. Ashamed and humiliated, Qiao Shilian turned to leave—
only to have a long, sculpted hand extend before her, blocking her path.
Su Zhuoguang spoke coolly, “Where are you going?”
Confused, she replied, “If I’m not leaving, what else do you want?”
She turned back and met his piercing gaze. The words he spoke next left everyone stunned into silence.
“Tomorrow morning, I will come to formally propose.”
After marrying into the Su family, Qiao Shilian developed two favorite pastimes:
First: Knowing her enemy harbored feelings for the Crown Prince, she deliberately matched that enemy with the Crown Prince’s greatest rival.
Second: Openly and righteously flirting with her own cold and aloof husband—right in front of everyone.
The so-called iceberg of a general showed little reaction, yet indulged her endlessly.
Meanwhile, the Crown Prince who still couldn’t forget her—seethed with jealousy, forced to watch the couple exchange sweet, affectionate words at every banquet.
Qiao Shilian thought this was perfect—far better than offering her sincerity to someone undeserving in her past life.
But just as she was enjoying these little games of manipulating hearts, she finally miscalculated.
At a banquet, Su Zhuoguang suddenly closed in on her, murmuring softly by her ear:
“Ah Lian, do you truly think I’m just a block of wood?”
