I realized that I was dead.

Six hours had passed.

Kate walked in and saw me motionless. She wasn't surprised at all.

I watched her flipping through my body. Then she clasped her hands together and muttered, "It's not me who harmed you. If you want revenge, go find Isabel."

...

After confirming that I was indeed dead, Kate went to report to someone.

I followed her out.

The sun in winter shone on me, making me warm.

It was a nice day today.

Calvin had not returned from the morning court.

Isabel was holding a scripture and sipping coffee, asking, "Is everything done?"

"Yes."

"When Lord Calvin comes back, you know what to say, right?"

Kate clenched her hands and said, "I know."

"But... Lady Monica..."

Isabel sneered, saying, "What? You are regretting it now that it's done?"

"Once you do something, you can't undo it. Now you and I are in the same boat. If you dare to speak out of turn, I will be the first to kill you."

Kate knelt with a thud and said, "I didn't mean that. I have never regretted killing Lady Monica..."

"In my view, given Lord Calvin's temperament, Lady Monica's body might not be discovered after a long time."

"If I didn't inform him, it would be strange."

I looked at Kate, feeling a pang of sharp pain in my heart.

She was my accompanying maid. Three years ago, I saved her from being sold to a wicked person. At that time, she had tried to bury her father's body by selling herself.

When I had saved her, she had knelt and thanked me profusely.

She had sworn to serve me loyally for the rest of her life.

I had always treated her like my family and given her the best of everything.

I helped her bury her father. I ate and lived with her. I even taught her martial arts for self-defense.

I begged my parents to adopt her as a righteous daughter.

I never expected that she would resent me despite my taking care of her so carefully.

I never expected that she would help Isabel to kill me.

In Calvin's mansion, it seemed like I had lost everything.

As soon as Calvin returned to the mansion, Kate cried and rushed over to him, begging, "Lord Calvin, something happened to Lady Monica."

"Her business has nothing to do with me."

"Please go and take a look! Lady Monica..."

Calvin rebuked in anger, saying, "I said! It has nothing to do with me! Can't you understand my words?"

"But..."

Calvin was impatient, saying, "Whether she is alive or dead, it has nothing to do with me."

Looking at the undisguised disgust in his eyes, I smiled self-deprecatingly. I was unwilling to hear hurtful words again.

So, I left and floated back to my room.

My courtyard had always been quiet, with Kate serving me closely only.

These two days, Kate had not been around.

There were many people in New York, but no one was willing to collect the corpse for me.

I suddenly missed Alaska.

My family had been guarding Alaska for generations.

The Keith family had been guarding Alaska for a hundred years, having made great military achievements for the government.

For generations, the Keith family's ladies had to marry into the royal family.

Such an unwritten rule caused great harm to ladies from the Keith family.

Based on my memory, there was a grand wedding ceremony when my third aunt got married.

The procession from the palace to pick her up was a long one.

But no one cared whether she was willing to marry into the royal family.

She said she liked the scenarios of the North and the strong liquor of the North.

She was unwilling to marry into the royal family and end her life there.

Later, she died of depression.

Later, her beloved niece took the same path.

She was sent to New York as a commodity from Alaska.

She became an object of marriage.

...

I stared at my corpse, having an urge to cry, but no tears came out.

One night...

Calvin, who had been drunk, stumbled in.

"You are as stubborn as ever. How much longer do you want to quarrel with me?"

"How many times have I said it? Don't argue with Isabel. She is just a child. You are her Monica-in-law..."

Drunk, he tripped over my body on the ground and pressed on me.

"Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"

"Come on. Let me help you up. It is cold on the ground."

Seeing that I didn't move, he was somewhat angry. He said, "You are still carrying my child! It is fine that you are angry with me. Why are you angry with the child?"

"If anything happens to the child, I will hold you responsible!"

After speaking, he seemed to regret it a bit. He waved his hands to call someone at the door, saying, "Kate?"

"Lady Monica refuses to let me help her up. Go and help her up!"

Joe quickly ran over, saying, "Lord Calvin, Kate asked for leave a few days ago and went back to Alaska. You approved the leave!"

"May I know what your order is? I will go and get someone over!"

"Find someone to help Lady Monica up. It is cold on the ground."

A maid came in to help me. She was so scared that she sat down beside me.

She trembled and cried out, saying, "Lady Monica... Lady Monica has passed away."

Calvin kicked her at her chest fiercely, saying, "Nonsense! Joe, slap her mouth hard!"

Joe knelt with a thud, saying, "Lord Calvin, Lady Monica has indeed died."

"Do you want to die too?"

"How much money did she give you? How dare you deceive me like this?"

Calvin kicked Joe's shoulder.

He bent down and looked at me on the ground, touching my face repeatedly.

"Isn't she good? How could Monica possibly die?"

"She can't die! Say something. I command you to say something!"

Seeing that I didn't respond, Calvin panicked and desperately shook my body.

"Wake up! I forbid you to die!"

"Monica, how dare you? How dare you leave me and die on your own?"

I stood by and watched the farce. I couldn't help but sneer.

"Calvin, you know how to pretend!"

"Why are you pretending to be affectionate now?"

"Wasn't it you who told me to die?"

"It was you who had killed me and our child with your own hands. Now why do you want to pretend to be affectionate?"

Looking at him, who was hypocritical, I had an urge to pounce on him and scratch his face fiercely.

"Calvin, Monica has passed away, so let her rest in peace!"

Isabel held a food box, stood behind Calvin, and wiped her tears with a handkerchief. Then she said, "Monica wouldn't feel good if she saw you like this."

Calvin looked indifferent, saying, "Get out!"

"Calvin! She is dead. How much longer are you going to torture yourself? The dead can't be resurrected..."

"No, she can be resurrected... I won't allow her to die! She can't die!"

Calvin's face twisted in anger. He said, "Even if she is dead, I will go to hell and bring her back!"

I laughed, feeling particularly satisfied at the sight of him like this.

I hoped he could live a long life. After all, I didn't want to see him again and delay my cycle of reincarnation.

These days, he had been holding my corpse in an icy bed in the imperial tomb.

To preserve my decaying body, he surrounded me with ice.

Because of the cold, he got frostbite on his hands and feet.

Isabel was heartbroken. She came to deliver him the ointment every day.

She cursed me when Calvin wasn't around her.

Calvin got a preacher and several missionaries from the Royal Church.

He imprisoned all of them, forbidding them to eat or drink.

"Save Lady Monica. Otherwise, I will bury all of you alive!"

Even if there were such secret methods, the high missionary and preachers would not easily reveal them to him.

After a few days of stalemate, Calvin sent troops to surround the entire Royal Church.

"If you don't come up with a solution, I will kill one missionary every day."

"National Preacher, isn't your disciple only thirteen years old? I heard that she can accurately calculate everything. You have taught her all the true knowledge you have in your brain. Otherwise, I will let her serve Lady Monica ahead of me."

I watched him make a fool of himself and found it extremely ironic.

One day, Calvin was going to kill a little missionary.

The National Preacher suddenly looked at me in a corner and asked, "Do you want to go back?"

"Can you see me?"

I was extremely surprised, and I quickly hid behind the ice bed.

The other missionary laughed too, saying, "We can all see you."

"Lady Monica, we don't want to interfere with karma. We can't just watch our fellow disciples being unjustly harmed."

"We have a way to bring you back to life, but it can only be done by going back in time, not by resurrecting you."

I shook my head, saying, "Preacher Edward, I am truly tired. If it's for love... It is too bitter to love someone. I don't want to experience it again."

"We can help you get rid of your emotional attachment. Rest assured. Lady Monica, we only hope that you can save our people at the Royal Church."

They pestered me for a long time. I couldn't stand their nagging.

In the end, I nodded and agreed.

I opened my eyes again.

I saw Calvin staring at me with crimson eyes, his gaze burning.

"Monica, you're finally back."

I had no response.

"For you... I cut my heart every day to use my blood as bait. I do so to bring both of us back to the past."

"In this life, I will be good to you forever. I love you."

I pulled back my hand, which he was holding tightly. Looking at him anxiously and confusedly, I asked, "Who are you?"

He was stunned at first. Then he shouted hysterically, "I am your husband. I am Calvin Hoyt!"

I lowered my eyes with tears, saying, "But I don't know you!"

"It's okay that you forget about me... as long as you're alive, it's fine."

"This time, I will never lose you again."

"We will always be together. I will treat you well."