Feng Jinglan breathed her last on the Lingchi stage. When he opened his eyes again, he went back to the three days before he was poisoned by his concubine and his appearance was disfigured.
In the bronze mirror, her left cheek was as clean as before, but her eyes were filled with cold poison, and countless figures flashed through her mind one by one - God had mercy on her and allowed her to live a new life. This time, she would definitely make them pay the price they deserve!
Deep in the purple bamboo forest outside the window, the powerful regent twisted the blood-stained Buddhist beads and whispered: "Miss Feng's scar... Is more vivid than rouge."
The murderous situation in the deep house had just begun, and the witchcraft case in the court came again, and the flames suddenly rose in the north... When she finally stepped onto the blood-stained emperor's steps, at the end of the road paved with bones behind her, the man's mysterious clothes were billowing, and blood beads were dripping from the tip of his sword:
"A Lan, you are in control of this world."
