Xie Wanzhao died at her own father’s hands.
As the poisoned wine went down, she heard the sneer of the man who had fawned over her mother for her dowry: “Just like your mother, you’re an eyesore.”
When she opened her eyes again, she coldly watched the white lotus waltz into her home.
In this life, she killed without leaving a trace. Her scumbag father died suddenly, and her half-sister was disfigured.
Rubbing the blood between her fingers, she sneered. “Don’t rush. One at a time.”
Then she crossed paths with Xiao Jingheng, the mad young tutor who held power over the court. He gripped her wrist, yet pointed the tip of his blade at his own throat.
“Miss Xie, do you need me to teach you how to do the dirty work of killing your father?”
She smeared poisoned blood across his lips. “Young Tutor, care to try dying together?”
In public, she was the delicate fiancée who fainted in his arms.
In private, she gripped him by the throat and forced poison down his mouth. “Xiao Jingheng, try using me again…”
He swallowed the bead of blood with a smile. “Good girl. Call me husband, and I’ll give you my life.”
Then she discovered that her name was tattooed over his heart.
In her previous life, he had guarded her tomb for ten years, willingly giving up twenty years of his life to bring her back to the living.
Xie Wanzhao sneered. “Xiao Jingheng, why pretend to be so devoted?”
He pinned her against the dragon throne and tore away his gentle, jade-like mask.
“That’s right, I was pretending. I kept it up until everyone believed me. Why, of all people, were you the only one I couldn’t fool?”
