Reborn revenge, System transmigration, political power struggles, mutual salvation
Jiang Wanyue, the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Jing'an's household, was betrayed in her previous life by Lin Mofei, the man she loved. She watched helplessly as her entire clan was slaughtered on charges of treason.
On the city tower, he shot her with his own hands, and she died consumed by hatred.
When she opened her eyes again, she had somehow been reborn at the age of sixteen.
This time, she swore to kill her enemies with her own hands and protect her family.
But just as she made her first move, she discovered that Lin Mofei, her hypocritical enemy, had also returned with memories of his previous life…
Drawing on the memories of her rebirth, Jiang Wanyue lays plans in secret, determined to expose the hidden hand behind the “Birdcage” lurking in the imperial court.
Her path of revenge is beset by the many traps Lin Mofei has laid, the covetous gaze of Yingzhou across the sea, and the restoration plot of the previous dynasty's remnants. In her darkest hour, she encounters a mysterious masked figure who carries a “System” from another world, with a mission to help her exact revenge.
Working together in the open and in secret, they progress from testing one another to entrusting each other with their lives, joining forces to confront a shocking conspiracy capable of overturning the dynasty.
A little scene
Jiang Wanyue clutched the bloodstained evidence and backed away step by step. “What are you plotting so painstakingly?”
The moon-pale monk chanted a Buddhist invocation, killing intent gathering at his fingertips. “Benefactress, nirvana is your true destiny.”
At the critical moment, a figure fearlessly stepped in front of her, and thunder crashed overhead!
Murong Yu's clothes were drenched in blood. His breath was faint, but his words were resolute: “You touch my pawn, and you think you don't need to ask me?”
Jiang Wanyue thought she had lost her only ally, but at a palace banquet, she saw the Ninth Prince, Zhou Muchen, said to be foolish and cowardly and long confined to the Cold Palace. His face was unfamiliar, yet his eyes were unmistakably familiar.
He smiled faintly and murmured, “Miss Jiang, I gazed at the stars last night and divined that we were destined to meet.”
