A prince of exalted rank and power, a noble and elegant marquis, a brilliantly talented top scholar, a general famed across the land—
the husbands most envied by the young ladies of the capital, Jiang Zhuo had married each of them in turn.
Unfortunately, once she lost the protection of her family, Jiang Zhuo had nothing but her beauty. Throughout her life she was reduced to a servant and a concubine, and she never met a good end.
In May, the summer flowers at the Buddhist temple were in full, dazzling bloom, and the lingering sandalwood incense lulled people toward drowsiness.
Jiang Zhuo, who once mocked herself for being stuck with a supporting-role script, jolted awake from a dream to find she had been reborn seven days before her family’s downfall.
Resign herself to fate? Impossible!
Given a second chance, Jiang Zhuo—who had sworn to stand on her own—would no longer pin her hopes on any man.
