The Princess of a Fallen Kingdom

After six years as a caged songbird, I finally got my revenge.

Right in front of Li Zhuo, I plunged my own sword into his father’s heart.

Li Zhuo took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from my face. I kissed him.

The next moment, his expression changed drastically, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Li Zhuo’s eyes reddened as he gripped my shoulders with both hands.

“A Yao, why?”

I looked at his pained expression, feeling not the slightest ripple inside.

“My family is dead. None of you will get out alive, either.”

“And one more thing: my name isn’t A Yao. It’s Zhao Ke Ning.”