Ginseng Burning Ashes [Eternal Night Reincarnation]

I have used three hundred reincarnations as ashes, but I can't cut off the fate of you and me living together. Shangguan Yunzhao, the daughter of the imperial prisoner of the Yu Dynasty, was born a prisoner of Xinggui. Her family has been practicing tortoise shell divination for hundreds of years, using the stars to weave a web for the imperial power, but she doesn't know that she has become a puppet of fate. During the Winter Solstice Festival, the emperor died suddenly, and three thousand mysterious armors crushed the century-old glory of the Shangguan family. Yun Zhao, who was in a pool of blood, held on to the ancestral blood jade, but saw a deeper darkness. The prince Shen Yan, who had a cinnabar mole at the end of her eyes, when he opened the skirt of her clothes with his sword, a golden star map appeared on her heart, and it was like a fateful bite with the red mark of reincarnation on her wrist. Every rebirth corrects the angle of death, and every crack in memory hides a shocking lie. The poison in the Imperial Pharmacy changed into twenty ways of death in three hundred reincarnations. The fragments of the secret letter in the sunken ship on the moat were stained with the blood of the previous life. Under the ever-burning lamp of the ancestral hall, three hundred candles were boiling her soul into lamp oil to extend her life. The scars on Shen Yan's wrist are the growth rings carved by her reincarnation. The emperor coughed up blood and his father's heart blood was soaked in the veil. And every time he was "reborn", Shen Yan cut out his bones and offered his life to heaven as a sacrifice—— The gears of destiny have long since rusted. She is the sharpest blade in the astrology family, but she can cut through the entangled golden silk poison; he is the most perfect chess piece on the imperial chessboard, but there is no time to fall in love with the chess player. And the truth that they had spent twenty reincarnations of killing each other had shifted by three inches and seven. The most painful thing was not that the knife broke through the heart, but that the hand holding the knife had already merged with the blood of the enemy. (Ancient style of conspiracy × fateful reincarnation × ultimate BE) ——You and I are separated by 300 bright lights.