She was the third young lady of the General’s Mansion, lowly as dirt and with a life as worthless as an ant’s. She lived in obscurity and humility, yet still couldn’t escape her vicious eldest sister’s clutches. She was beaten to death with clubs.
When she opened her eyes again, she had the soul of a master healer, peerless in medicine and poison. The hatred she’d carried since her death in her previous life still burned!
Starting over, are you still going to act high and mighty, eldest sister? I’ll ruin your marriage with my own hands and drag you down into the dirt!
And you, Father, the heartless general who stood by and helped evil flourish in my previous life? I’ll take your military power and cut off your claws, leaving you with nothing to be proud of!
But who gave this bewitching husband, who showed up uninvited and seals her lips with a kiss whenever they disagree, the nerve to put his hands on me?
To escape his clutches, she has to run!
But the man leans close to her ear and smiles suggestively. “You’re carrying my child, my lady. Where do you think you’re running?”
