Could she really have survived against all odds? And transmigrated in a single day?
Born into a powerful clan, her natural gifts had made her the clan’s foremost poison master. Yet in the end, she had fallen so low that even a dog could bully her.
Perhaps she had just used up too much energy. Su Jiu’s body couldn’t take it, and she felt unsteady on her feet…
Suddenly
“Enjoyed the show?” Su Jiu’s gaze turned icy as it shot toward the shadows.
A white figure slowly emerged, dressed in white with long, dark hair. What a handsome young nobleman. But in Su Jiu’s memories…
Dongfang Shuo?
It took only a second for Su Jiu to recognize him: the seventh prince of the Fengyuan Kingdom, a useless man just like her?
But he had managed to conceal his presence all this time. Perhaps he wasn’t quite as useless as she’d thought?
