Shen Qingzhuo learned only at the moment of her death that the nobleman who had once painted her eyebrows had personally sent the entire Xiao family to ruin.
At the execution ground, she clenched the jade ring they had exchanged as tokens of love and crushed a poison pill between her teeth. But she was reborn on the day of her coming-of-age ceremony. In three days, the scoundrel would come to ask for her hand, while a plot to have her entire family executed was already taking shape.
In this life, she shed her innocence and tore away the mask of hypocrisy with dazzling brilliance.
When Prince Su Yan Linyuan arrived with his Black-Armored Army, crushing the moonlight beneath their advance, Shen Qingzhuo glanced at the black iron tiger tally at his waist and sneered. “Your Highness, do you know what killed you in your previous life?”
He opened his palm to reveal half a charred fragment of a breastplate mirror. Dark flames that had crossed the boundary between life and death surged in his eyes. “Since I dared to enter this abyss again, I intend to burn this city’s conspiracy to the ground alongside Miss Shen.”
The court was a web of power and schemes, and the marriage pact was still stained with blood.
She would make the scoundrel pay with his heart. More than that, she would personally drag the man who had once donned his armor and collected her body back from his fate as a wrongfully accused traitor’s ghost, and return him to the living world.
“A Zhuo, don’t be afraid.”
The promise left unfinished in his final moments in their previous life was finally tempered in the blood and flames of her rebirth into a blade that would protect her for the rest of her life.
