In the second year of Zhenguan, Empress Zhangsun died in childbirth, her fragrant soul quietly departing. However, due to an initial mistake, Ruoshui, an orphan from modern society, was transported back in time to the body of the newly deceased Empress Zhangsun, taking the place of this most perfect empress for the remainder of her life. The front court, the harem; external ministers, internal relatives; the Son of Heaven, and those few adorable children... Ruoshui gradually integrated into this ancient era. At this point, the country had just stabilized, with many things needing repair and revival. The court's desperate search for talent stirred up a great commotion among the ministers and commoners alike. Foreign tribes cast covetous eyes on Central Plains, watching day and night. Ruoshui’s arrival not only quietly changed the fate of Empress Zhangsun but also altered the terrible situation of power struggles within the court and the bloodshed within the imperial family. Faced with such a familiar yet strange wife, Li Shimin was deeply perplexed.
Part 1
It was quite an old book, its paper yellowed and brittle. The overcast sky gradually began to rain, and the woman seemed awakened by the sound of the rain. She pressed her fingers against her temples, glanced at her watch, and finally looked out the window, her delicate eyebrows suddenly furrowing as she softly muttered: "Why is it raining again?"
Part 2
Time flowed like water, quickly slipping away when Ruoshui wasn’t paying attention. Perhaps because of the previous incident, the concubines in the harem had become more subdued. Moreover, the daily morning greetings were changed to once every seven days due to her excuse of feeling unwell, making her life rather peaceful despite not being as free as living in another villa, far less terrifying and oppressive than she had imagined.
Part 3
Recalling this time four years ago, Emperor Taizong couldn't help but feel fear. If Ruoshui hadn't woken up then, how would he have continued on this lonely path of an emperor? Thinking about this, he unconsciously tightened his grip, firmly holding his wife in his arms.
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