Perhaps she would not admit the truth until the very last moment of her life, until every last hope and trace of wishful thinking had been exhausted.
Her so-called best friend had a heart as venomous as a snake’s and had schemed against her for years. Her noble, handsome, peerless husband was actually cold and heartless, willing to do anything to achieve his aims. All along, they had toyed with her in the palm of their hands. She was nothing but an object to be tossed aside once she had lost all value.
By the time the two of them were happily together, a devoted couple in every way, she bitterly regretted it, but it was too late. Because of her, the marquis’s household, renowned for its military achievements, met a tragic end: the family was destroyed, and their bones were left scattered in the wilderness.
A wise man once said that the greatest punishment you can inflict on someone is not to forget them, but to remember them in this life and the next.
Zeng Yunhe was reborn with her hatred clear in her heart. In this life, she would never again trust blindly or love the wrong person...
Her sister wanted to marry into the nobility and become a phoenix? Fine, she could have her wish. After all, the day she fell from the heights, she would be worse off than a barnyard chicken. An old acquaintance wanted to become a golden-scaled dragon and rule the world? That could be arranged. Too bad being gutted was no way to become an emperor, and even serving him up as sashimi would bring bad luck...
Yunhe knitted her brows. Why was there not a single decent dish to go with her wine?
A man in a black robe and jade belt, with a face so bewitching it seemed fit for a demon, leaned close. “Am I not to your taste, my wife?”
The woman gave him a sidelong smile. “My husband is certainly a feast for the eyes.”
