She crawls out of her coffin, ice in her eyes and fire in her heart!
Shangguan Xi dies in agony as poison burns through her insides. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself back at seventeen, in the coffin at her own funeral, where she had supposedly died of a "cold"! The bloody truth of her previous life's tragic death is laid bare: her stepmother, Madam Sheng, poisoned her with a bowl of arsenic-laced soup; her elder half-sister, Shangguan Yue, killed her with the "Lovesick End" poison; her fiance, Xiao Jingyan, betrayed her without a second thought; and her birth mother, Concubine Liu, was slowly poisoned to death!
Returned from hell, she is as cold as a deep pool, plotting every step with care. A hypocritical stepmother who feigns kindness? She'll tear off that mask! A spoiled and vicious elder sister? She'll trample her into the mud! A faithless young lord? She'll ruin his reputation! In her hands, she keeps half of a treasure map left behind by her birth mother. It is both a death warrant and a piece on the board that can set the world in turmoil!
As Madam Sheng launches a crazed counterattack, Xiao Jingyan shows his true colors, and a deadly assassination takes place in the bamboo grove... a figure in indigo appears like a ghost. A withered bamboo stalk becomes a blade, and a powerful enemy is killed in an instant! Beneath the bamboo hat are calm, solitary eyes. It is none other than the mute jailer from the dungeon in her previous life, the only person who ever showed her warmth, and who died for her!
You Zhu. Who is he, really? Why does he possess peerless martial arts yet hide away here? Is it coincidence or fate? When the mute jailer transforms into a master strategist, and the poisonous phoenix seeking revenge encounters her mysterious benefactor, who will truly break this deadly stalemate of blood for blood?
Behold the poisonous phoenix who returns from her coffin, joining hands with the mysterious shadow of the bamboo to overturn the great houses and throw the court into chaos, until all of Kyoto trembles at her return! The blood debt must be paid!
--The holy blood is the lock, and the human heart is the door. When the whisper of the evil god penetrated the ruins of the dynasty, the mark on the left eye of the girl Shangguan Xi surged into the dark red of the abyss, and the fire in her right heart burned with pale gold determination. You Zhu froze the catastrophe in the form of a dead lotus, but eventually fell into withering and cracks. The author uses frost and fire to temper Cthulhu-style despair, and carves the fateful paradox of "splitting the heart into the abyss" into the texture of Eastern fantasy - if the door of the heart needs to be closed to suppress the darkness forever, is the glimmer of humanity worth betting on civilization? The heroine with alienated eyes is holding a life-cutting blade, stabbing towards the ultimate answer
The novel is well written, the concept is novel and unique, and the author's writing style is exquisite. I support it!