Yin Hongluan was buried alive. Just before she died, she activated a strange stone and blasted her way out of the grave.
The world had shamed and humiliated her, treating her like a useless nobody. Now she would make the world tremble before her.
With a multicolored silk sash in hand, she would kill every evil person beneath the heavens. Those who humiliate others will be humiliated in turn; those who kill will be killed by Hongluan.
Yet this man, both righteous and wicked, was someone Yin Hongluan couldn’t beat or escape. In this life, he spoiled her until she was nearly drowning in his affection.
“Holy Son, let’s talk this out,” Yin Hongluan said.
“Wife, don’t speak. I know what you want to say.” Feng Qingyun leaned toward her with a wicked grin.
