The day I transmigrated into the abandoned son of the Minister of Rites, the dead of winter brought heavy snow.
The servants skimped on my charcoal and winter clothes, forcing me to gather firewood barefoot.
Ten years later, I controlled the lifeblood of the black market, burying my enemy alive.
Then Su, the abandoned daughter of the Su family who had been pretending to be insane, suddenly grabbed my hand:
“If you kill him, you’ll be just like them.”
Later, on the night I slaughtered my way through the Minister of Rites’ estate, she stood before a mountain of corpses, holding a lantern.
Firelight reflected off the bloodstains on her skirt. “Now, can you come home with me?”
