The Fallen Princess Awakens Her Black Lotus Persona and Goes on a Killing Spree

[Political intrigue + heart-wrenching romance + love and hate + revenge + face-slapping satisfaction + no second chance after heartbreak] Because of him, the kingdom fell. The person who loved her most was the one who pushed her into the abyss. On her wedding day, her heart was full of joy as she thought, “At last, I can marry him.” But it was all a pipe dream. The imperial city fell, and the Jing army poured in. They slaughtered their way through Yincheng, leaving corpses everywhere and cries of anguish in their wake. The palace, once filled with celebration, was suddenly drenched in dazzling red, thick with blood. Wearing his red wedding robes, he gripped a blood-soaked sword and led his men in a massacre of the palace. He killed her loved ones and personally snuffed out her hopes. Yet he spared her life, locking her deep in a dungeon to suffer unseen and unheard, consumed by misery. He came to stand before her and said, “Wanwan, I had no choice.” She suddenly laughed coldly. “Jun Mulan, no, Song Jinlan now, that's what I should call you. Your hands are stained with my family's blood. Doesn't your conscience hurt? Everything that has happened is your doing. You can take your ‘no choice’ and feed it to the dogs!” She was the scourge of Yechen, whose life he had begged the Jing emperor to spare. Yet she hated him to her dying breath, while all he wanted was for her to live. Every sin began with him. Even if she had to kill him with her own hands, even if she had to send him to his death, he would accept it willingly. She learned to grow stronger; he learned to cherish her. When she pointed her sword at him, she said just two cold words: “Too late.” (Warning: Readers who require both leads to be sexually inexperienced, enter with caution. The heroine is not a virgin, while the hero is. If that's not for you, please steer clear.)