The wedding dress was soaked with blood, and Lin Wanqing looked at the poisoned wine in her eldest sister's hand, and the dagger handed over by the husband who had said he would protect her for the rest of her life - it turned out that the tenderness of the past ten years was just a carefully planned strangulation.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back to the night before her haircut, and the veil she coughed up blood was still stained with the hatred from her previous life.
In this life, she took off her cute coat and tempered her radial bones into blades, determined to let the pair of bitches pay back the blood debt they owed her, drop by drop, with bones and flesh!
But why did Shen Yanzhi, the Imperial Academy's sacrificial wine minister, who always had a straight face, always hand over the poison-quenched silk ribbon when she was setting up the net?
When she was pushed into the water by her concubine, he picked her up with her clothes flying?
Even when she woke up from a midnight nightmare, she sat on the bedside wrapped in moonlight and rubbed the top of her hair with her knuckles: "Aqing, I'm here."
She originally thought he was a knife in his hand, but she didn't expect that this knife had already engraved her name on the tip of her heart - the dagger that pierced her heart in her previous life had Shen Yanzhi's hidden pattern on the handle?
The yandere daughter-in-law took revenge with a sword, and she hid her love in cold and cold wine.
In this life, she wanted to gouge out her enemy's heart, but she didn't want to gouge out her own first - it turned out that the most poisonous thing was not hatred, but what he hid under the cold shell, the heart that burned her and hurt her, sincerity.
