Feng Jinglan took her last breath on the execution platform. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to three days before her half-sister poisoned her and ruined her face.
In the bronze mirror, her left cheek was flawless as ever, but her eyes brimmed with venomous hatred. Countless faces flashed through her mind. Heaven had granted her another life, and this time, she would make them all pay for what they had done!
Deep in the purple bamboo grove beyond the window, the Regent, whose power overshadowed the court, turned a bloodstained string of Buddhist prayer beads between his fingers and murmured, “Miss Feng, that scar of yours... is more vivid than rouge.”
The deadly games within the manor had only just begun when a sorcery case erupted at court, and flames of war rose along the northern frontier... When she finally ascended the bloodstained steps to the throne, at the end of the path paved with white bones, he stood with his black robes billowing and his sword tip dripping blood:
“A Lan, take this world, and hold on to it.”
