The Startling Tang in His Palm

On the day I was reborn, I was drinking the poison my stepmother had given me. When I opened my eyes, I was back on the night before I was sent in a substitute bride’s place to the Prince of Jingbei’s manor. In this life, a strange power appeared in my palm: touching an object revealed secrets from the past three days, but left me unconscious in return. The nuptial wine is poisoned? I splash it right onto the maid who came with my stepsister! The jade bracelet from the Princess Consort is soaked in musk? I slip it onto the side consort’s wrist in front of everyone! Everyone in the capital knows Xiao Zhi is a violent wastrel: He whips imperial censors, tears down people’s mansions, and anyone who comes within three feet of him dies in a panic. But when I rip open his wedding robe, his eyes darken. “Wife, shall I tear it again?” Later, when I’m trapped in a sea of flames and on the brink of death, he breaks through the city gates alone, drenched in blood. “Wantang, touch this jade pendant. See who wants you dead!” When touch becomes a double-edged sword, I weave a network of informants through my perfume shop, while he secures the realm in his black armor. Until I touch the dragon throne and glimpse an astonishing secret... Beneath these nine tiers of palace halls lies a century-old plot designed to make the entire Xiao clan pay with their lives...