I faked my death to escape an arranged marriage, but the man who dug up my grave was the imperial chief constable.
He held up the jade pendant buried with me and pinned me against the wall. “Come with me. Be my informant.”
Everyone laughed at him for taking in a widow, but no one knew
That this widow could make half the capital tremble.
Amid the power struggles and deadly schemes at court, he taught her his methods, and she tested his poison for him.
Until the night of the palace banquet, when my fiancé, who should have believed me dead, fixed his gaze on her and murmured with a low laugh, “My lady, had your fun? It’s time to come home and answer for the lies you told me.”
