A Mountain in Bloom

In my last life, I saved He Yan, the young master of a marquis manor. He took me as his wife, and for a time, our marriage was the talk of Shangjing. But I had been born and raised in the countryside. My manners were crude, and my reputation gradually soured. He Yan, too, slowly grew distant from me. I wept day after day, and before I even reached thirty, I died in misery. Given a second chance, I swore I would never live that way again. Only, after eating wild greens for three days straight, I realized I simply could not let go of the marquis manor’s soy-braised pork knuckle, sticky rice chicken, crab roe lion’s head meatballs, scallion-fried lamb…