A princess’s coming-of-age story, and the tale of a lofty, unattainable minister brought to his knees.
Jiang Nian: “I don’t know. When we were young, he said, ‘If you don’t love me, you might as well kill me.’ Now he’s stabbing himself in the heart and insisting that I kill him.”
Reborn, then survive.
Jiang Nian was born a princess, but in her first six lives she died young, each time in a violent and untimely death.
The good news was that she was reborn without her memories, spared the despair of watching herself march toward death again and again.
The bad news was that she was reborn without her memories. What kind of rebirth was that?
This time, she was still a princess raised in the lap of luxury, the only daughter of Empress Shangguan, and the most beloved girl in the capital.
Then she discovered that the prosperous world around her was riddled with strangeness.
Her most trusted father seemed to be secretly plotting to have her killed.
The capital brimmed with splendid sights. Young people burned with ambition, able to raise a toast and reach for the moon, only to end up trampled into the dirt in a single day.
The young chancellor who had once sworn to protect her and give her a peaceful life watched coldly from the sidelines and even broke off their engagement.
She climbed to the throne over a mountain of bones, while he became the late emperor’s final hidden card.
The world believed they were destined to spend their lives hating and tormenting each other.
She truly did hate him. Step by step, she seized his power and imprisoned him in the inner palace.
But he willingly walked into her game, becoming the sharpest blade at her disposal.
“Admiring the flowers again?”
Rong Xun raised a hand to brush a rain-speckled petal from her shoulder. “The flowers have caught the chill of spring. Be careful, Your Highness.”
Jiang Nian raised an eyebrow. “Rong Xun, what are you worried about?”
“Your Highness will enjoy peace and happiness for all time. What would I have to worry about?”
“In this world, how long can anyone live, and who…”
