I am the only legitimate daughter of the Jiang family, the richest family in Xia, and I came to the capital to compete in the imperial selection with a lavish dowry. Everyone said I was the perfect candidate to become the Crown Princess.
But on the eve of the selection, I turned around and slashed my own face.
In my previous life, I was made Crown Princess.
On our wedding night, the Crown Prince gripped my throat, his voice icy:
“If the Jiang family hadn’t used its control over the salt and iron trade to threaten me, why would I have married a merchant’s daughter like you?”
“And why would Rou’er have been so heartbroken that she left me forever!”
After he ascended the throne, I became a jealous, disgraced consort abandoned in the Cold Palace. The Jiang family was branded as traitors plotting rebellion, and every last one of them was executed.
On the day the Jiang bloodline was wiped out, the broken spear of my childhood friend, Lu Sanzun, was sent back from the northern frontier, its tip still stained with the blood of the Western Rong.
Reborn back at the time of the imperial selection, I stood before everyone with my disfigured face and announced:
“The position of Crown Princess? Let Miss Jiang have it.”
