On the eve of the coffin's opening, the professor gripped her hand and said three things. The last was: "When you open the coffin, don't look into her eyes."
She didn't listen.
The woman in red inside the coffin had a face exactly like hers. A string of blood-red beads circled her wrist as she leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I'm what you'll look like three years from now, lying in a coffin."
After transmigrating, Shen Wutong became Princess Zhaoyang of the Great Yong dynasty, Xiao Zhao. The history books recorded one cold line: Died on the second day of the fourth month, aged nineteen. Her wedding day and her day of death were one and the same.
She refused to accept it.
A door that traps souls, a mirror that sings, a paper sedan chair that feeds the mountain, an entire family erased from history twenty years ago... As she investigated, one detail at a time, she uncovered a soul waiting on a mountain for a thousand years, a mother who had been dead for ten years but still refused to be reborn, and a "groom" who insisted she die on the second day of the fourth month.
Later, the history books were changed to read: Princess Zhaoyang, on the second day of the fourth month, invested as Crown Princess.
She had carved the word "died" out of the old history books with her own hands.
