On the day she was poisoned by her stepsister in her previous life, Shen Yuezhuo realized that the ten years of sisterly love was all a conspiracy. On the eve of her rebirth and return to the Hairpin Banquet, she looked at the cinnabar mole at the end of her eye in the bronze mirror - this was the palace sand that the mad and criticizing prince of the Xie family had personally ordered.
"If you want to take advantage of the situation, why not borrow the sharpest knife?"
The wine glass that was accidentally knocked over at the palace banquet soaked Xie Jinglan's black python robe with the fragrance of plum blossoms. Everyone knew that the Prince of Zhenbei was scheming and perverse, but they didn't know that he had fifteen portraits of young girls hidden in his secret room, all of which showed the legitimate daughter of the Shen family lowering her eyes and burning incense.
"Princess Princess, do you know the price of provoking a madman?" He pinched the back of her neck and chuckled, and stroked the cinnabar at the end of her eyes with his fingertips, "It's a coincidence that what I am best at is raising prey... Into the moon in the palm of my hand."
