Bai Qingqing's greatest regret in her first life was the fateful encounter with Fu Yi at the flower-viewing banquet. Years of marriage stripped bare his true nature—a heart devoid of warmth that shattered completely when calamity struck the Bai family. His betrayal was absolute: poison for his wife, marriage to his cousin. Before darkness claimed her, one beacon remained: Lord Ning's righteous intervention on behalf of her clan. Given a second chance, she sought him out with sachet in hand, determined to repay the debt. What she found defied expectation—the celebrated paragon of virtue concealed a ruthless, arrogant man utterly lacking propriety. Yet she persisted, driven by gratitude and the desperate need to prevent history from repeating itself against her family. Then came revelation: Lord Ning's nephew, Ning Yan, embodied the very righteousness she had imagined in his uncle. Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, Ning Yan wielded authority over death itself, commanding fear from mortals and spirits alike. But a naive girl's persistent sachets proved his singular weakness, her fragrance undoing his formidable composure again and again. Tsk. Very well. If the girl insisted on entrancing him, marriage seemed inevitable. Yet her fervor dimmed with time. Was she withdrawing from him? Absolutely not. He had only begun to reciprocate her affection.