Everyone says Shen Jue, the young master of the Duke of Guo’s household, is as radiant as the moon after rain, an immortal banished from the heavens.
But none know that beneath his cold jade-like skin lurk bloodstained fangs capable of setting the world ablaze.
He forcibly caged Lin Yao, the orphan who avoided him like the plague, in the palm of his hand. “If I can’t have you, no one in this world will lay a finger on you!”
Just as she finally succumbed to his scorching passion, fate forged its cruelest blade
On the night of their farewell, she gouged out his heart and drank his blood, swearing they would never rest until one of them was dead!
Three or five years later, at the Qionglin Banquet in the Golden Throne Hall.
The newly appointed third-place scholar wore a jade-green robe, his bearing exceptional.
No one knew that this dazzling scholar of the imperial court was a woman, concealing a boundless hatred that would bring the Shen family crashing down!
The court was a chessboard, its blades stained with blood.
She wielded her brush as a blade, advancing with every step carefully planned;
He wielded his blade to carve open his heart, his bloodstained fingers brushing over her fourth-rank official’s robe.
“Lin Yao, the memorial you submitted calls for my execution…”
Suddenly, he bit her trembling lips. “If my head can pave your road to success, then please, add one line to your confession… ‘I loved you once.’”
