Chu Mingzhao died in the twelfth lunar month, with snow falling all around.
In her previous life, her family abandoned her, her half-sister pushed her into an icy lake, and her five elder brothers watched coldly as she took her last breath in the bone-chilling water.
When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the snowy night when she was sixteen: the night she had been ordered to kneel at the mountain god’s shrine, on the verge of freezing off her feet.
This time, she would no longer be the legitimate daughter of the Chu family, helpless in the hands of others.
Just as the shrine doors were about to be locked, she smashed a window and fled, only to collide with a dark teal carriage. Inside sat a man as pale as a ghost, with a cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye, vivid as blood. He was Xie Jinglan, heir to the Prince of Zhenbei, rumored to be suffering from a deadly poison and reduced to a “eunuch.”
He looked at her disheveled state with a mocking smile. “Miss Chu, are you... running away from your wedding?”
Meeting the murderous intent in his eyes, she smiled. “If you want to live until next spring, why don’t we make a deal?”
This book is so exciting. Rise and fall again