After Faking Her Death, Her Paranoid Older Brother Went Completely Mad and Turned Dark

(Traditional Historical Romance + Female Lead Redemption + Faked Death + Late-Stage Possessive Obsession)

Song Li was the legitimate daughter of the Loyal Marquis’s household. After her father and brother backed the wrong side in court, they were imprisoned and executed. She fell from a noble highborn lady to a lowly concubine used for revenge, and eventually died young from depression and despair.

When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to when she was thirteen. And kneeling in the courtyard at that moment was the lowly young boy who, in the future, would become a powerful minister—second only to the emperor.

So, she completely changed her former spoiled ways, flattering him in every possible manner, appearing pitiful and obedient. All she wanted was for Pei Jingheng, once he rose to power, to show mercy to the Song family.

To win a chance of survival for her father and brother, she died taking a sword for Pei Jingheng in front of everyone. She left cleanly, but drove the young minister mad with grief—his hair turned white overnight, and every night he suffered heart-wrenching pain and coughed up blood.

In countless midnight nightmares, Pei Jingheng woke up in cold sweat, tormented by regret. Why hadn’t he protected Song Li back then?

He only wanted to finish handling state affairs quickly so he could join her in death.

Until one day, during a secret investigation in Wangzhou, he unexpectedly saw the person he thought of day and night.

His so-called "good little sister" had faked her death—just to escape him.

Song Li, having changed her name and identity, thought she had escaped everything. But the next day, when she returned home, she was cornered in an alley by a white-haired man.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, the cold scent of pear blossoms surrounded them, unbearably intimate.

The girl’s breathing quickened slightly. When she saw clearly who it was, her voice carried a hint of anger:

“Are you insane?”

The veins in the man's hand tensed. His scorching breath fell beside her ear as he kissed her without hesitation:

“I went insane the day you left me.”