After the noble lady was reborn, the whole mansion begged her for forgiveness

The news of the marriage between Dingshan Marquis Mansion and the Qin family was like a delicate spring breeze, quietly blowing through every corner of this prosperous era, casting a subtle and mysterious veil over the upcoming feast.

The Qin family is a prominent family that has risen to prominence in this generation thanks to the wisdom and courage of its women. However, behind its glory, it is inevitable that people will always casually portray it as frivolous and shallow with the unique eyes of the upstarts.

In the past, Wu Zhihua's deep affection for the Qin family's girls and his indifference towards Qin Suyu were like a silent contest, which implied his unobtrusive consideration of the depth of the Cui family's background.

However, the world is like a chess game, with each new game played. Qin Suling, the woman who was once as gentle as water, is no longer an ordinary person.

She declined the marriage proposal with a faint smile. This slight move was like throwing a huge rock into a lake, which caused ripples and quietly changed the course of the fate of Dingshan Marquis Mansion.

Inside the Qin Mansion, beneath the dazzling splendor, there seemed to be an indescribable haze covering it. In her lowered eyes, complex emotions were intertwined like a brocade, and she was secretly calculating every move for the future.

The banquet was bustling with voices and laughter, and every look contained different meanings, including the warmth of a sincere invitation as well as the curiosity and speculation of secret observation.

The gathering of Wu Zhihua, Qin Suyu and Qin Suling, these three influential figures, was undoubtedly the most dazzling scenery in this banquet, attracting everyone's attention and discussions.

At this lively moment, a woman in gorgeous clothes slowly walked into the venue. She was Zhang Yingchun, the jewel in the crown of General Zhang Liang.

Her arrival was like the brightest sunshine in spring, instantly dispelling the haze around her and illuminating a corner of Qin Suling's heart.

That smile, warm and bright, like a newly blooming flower, makes people involuntarily recall the carefree days of the past.

The Zhang Yingchun in my memory was so heroic and brave. She once rode her horse across the vast plains, her laughter was as clear as a silver bell, and she was unrestrained and free as the wind.

However, fate played a trick on her. Because of the favor of the second prince, she was involuntarily drawn into the vortex of royal struggle and eventually became a concubine in the harem.

The former passion and unrestrainedness were gradually worn away by the day-to-day intrigues and deceptions, and were replaced by endless melancholy and sorrow.

Qin Suling looked at Zhang Yingchun in front of him with mixed feelings.

She remembered that when they first met, although Zhang Yingchun was covered in bruises, she still forced herself to smile. Behind that bitter smile, there were so much unknown bitterness and helplessness.

She spoke softly, as if she was talking to Qin Suling, but also to herself: "Qin Suling, it's great that you can still tie the knot with your sweetheart. May you grow old together and love each other forever."

Those words, like the most gentle elegy, penetrated the dust of time and struck deep into Qin Suling's soul.

However, things are unpredictable, and neither Qin Suling nor Zhang Yingchun could escape the fate.

When the warm spring sun once again shone on the earth and all things came back to life, Qin Suling received the sad news that Zhang Yingchun had passed away.

At that moment, her world seemed to collapse. Tears slid silently, soaking her clothes and her already scarred heart.

She locked herself in the house, leaving the warmth of spring behind, leaving only the biting coldness in her heart and endless nostalgia and regret...

Outside the window, the spring breeze still blows gently on everything, the grass is growing, the birds are flying, and the flowers are blooming.

However, in this gorgeous spring scenery, Qin Suling's heart was desolate.

She knew that the girl who had galloped on horseback and smiled like a flower had left this world forever, leaving behind only the eternal remembrance and reluctance in her heart...

Looking back on the past, time flies, and Qin Suling's state of mind is like the boundless night sky, dotted with stars, deep and distant, and the tranquility contains unknown grandeur.

The royal family's favor for Zhang Yingchun is like the brightest star in the sky, which is forcibly embedded in this chessboard of power struggles. It is both a fear and exploitation of the powerful strength of the General's Mansion behind her, and a deep worry about the unknown storm.

The second prince, with a face as cold as frost and a heart as hard as stone, has no feelings for the world, but he is forced to imprison Zhang Yingchun, a heroic woman, in the depths of the magnificent but cold palace in this intricate web of interests.

Her eyes often sparkled with an endless desire for freedom and an unyielding struggle against fate, like the most stubborn starlight in the night sky, trying to penetrate heavy constraints.

Speaking of Zhang Liang's family, they are full of loyal heroes. People all thought that they would be like a meteor across the sky, shining brightly for a while, but eventually falling on the battlefield and becoming an eternal legend.

However, things are unpredictable. Not only did they fail to die on the battlefield, but not even a trace of their blood could be returned to their hometown. Only a quiet cemetery was left outside the capital, silently telling of endless grief and regret.

In the cemetery, the wind blew his clothes lightly, as if it was his unfinished whisper before his death, echoing in the empty sky and earth.

The law of nature is cyclical, retribution is inevitable, and good and evil will be rewarded in the end.

Qin Suling secretly swore in her heart that in her previous life, loyal ministers suffered and good people were wronged. Now that she has a chance to be reborn in this life, she vowed to turn the world around with her own strength, pave a bright road for her best friend Zhang Furong, and let those who have done evil things receive the punishment they deserve.

On the night of Qiqiao Festival, the capital city is brightly lit, and talented men and beautiful women shine together.

Qin Suling looked at Zhang Yingchun beside her, a gentle smile appeared on her lips, and she whispered softly: "Yingchun, look at the lights all over the city, there are so many talented people, is there any gentleman who can catch the eye of a heroine like you?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yingchun's cheeks turned slightly red, and a barely perceptible shyness flashed in her eyes. She pretended to be angry and said, "When did you become so fond of teasing people?" That shyness formed a sharp contrast with her heroic appearance on the battlefield, and added a bit of girlish tenderness.

Qin Suling secretly thought that if she could take advantage of this opportunity to find a good match for Yingchun, perhaps she could escape the shackles of the royal family and regain her freedom as soon as possible.

However, she wanted to enjoy the prosperity of this great age as a bystander, but the world is unpredictable and there are always people who don't want her to stay out of it.

During the Qiqiao Festival, the daughters of various families competed to show off their talents, competing for beauty and trying to stand out in this star-studded night. Suddenly, a clear, pleasant but slightly provocative voice broke the silence: "All the beauties have shown their talents. I wonder if Madam Qi would also like to show off her talents on stage and open our eyes?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone knew that this must have been done by Qin Suyu, with the intention of provoking and testing.

Qin Suling smiled indifferently when he heard this, with a hint of helplessness and peace in his eyes.

She shook her head gently and declined, "Sister, you are too kind. You ladies are all very talented. I am just an ordinary woman. I am not prepared and I am afraid it will be difficult for me to show my ugliness in this occasion."

His words showed the demeanor of a great man, neither humble nor arrogant, which was admirable.