[One-on-one romance + reborn + political intrigue + evenly matched leads + fake eunuch + male lead falls for her on his own]
Meng Lianqing was a crafty liar. To avoid getting involved with Wenren Lü, she spouted one lie after another, full of tricks.
People were naturally drawn to fame and fortune, but she seemed not to care about anything at all.
Wenren Lü was used to people fearing and resisting him, but he had never met anyone like Meng Lianqing, who coaxed and deceived him in equal measure.
He found it utterly fascinating.
As they spent more time together, he saw more and more of Meng Lianqing’s little schemes and began to think she must care about him. Why else would she go to such lengths to get away from him?
Then Meng Lianqing faked her death, and the two met again before a battle.
The Dongli army had massacred three cities and advanced to the gates. The city was short on military supplies, while the capital had cut off its food supply and abandoned it.
Wenren Lü thought again: If he had never found Meng Lianqing, how wonderful it would be if she were somewhere out there, living freely as a carefree little con artist.
Meng Lianqing was reborn, and in this life she constantly avoided Wenren Lü, her enemy from her previous life.
Yet somehow, fate kept entangling them, leaving them no choice but to stay bound together.
The day Wenren Lü forced her into Blood Slaughter Ridge, Meng Lianqing cursed him over and over in her heart.
Even now, she still couldn’t forget that night: the searing, scalding blood that splashed across her face when Wenren Lü was wounded protecting her.
Nor could she forget how he held her close, his expression weary as he spoke with unmistakable certainty:
“I will keep her safe. Anyone who stands in my way dies.”
“Even if it’s the Buddha himself, I would kill him. It makes no difference to me.”
