She was the most esteemed woman in Great Chu, brilliant and exceptionally talented, with mastery of every art. She could guide the realm and pacify its four corners, and she could also scheme with cunning and command the world’s awe. She could calculate the workings of Heaven and Earth and read people’s hearts, yet she could not foresee her own fate.
“Xuanxuan, don’t blame me. Blame yourself.”
While she was completely unguarded, a sharp dagger plunged into her chest.
When she opened her eyes again, she had become the frail, sickly young lady of a marquis’s household. She proceeded cautiously, leaving nothing to chance, all so those who deserved to die would get what was coming to them.
In the snowstorm, she collapsed before a grave, weeping as if her heart would break. A man held an umbrella over her and drew her into his arms.
“I’m here. I’ll take care of everything.”
