Shen Yuwei died on a night of driving snow, a gold hairpin from the half-sister she trusted most lodged in her throat. She watched helplessly as her husband laughed and whispered sweet nothings with another woman behind the brocade curtains. Only as the flames consumed her did she learn that ten years as a devoted wife had earned her nothing but the execution of her entire family.
Reborn in a single instant, she returned to the year she came of age, before she had married into the Jingyuan Marquis’s household. The bronze mirror reflected a face as beautiful as peach blossoms, with a gaze that held a bewitching allure. In this life, Shen Yuwei cast off the mask of gentleness and virtue and bared her claws. She would drag everyone who owed her a blood debt into hell, one by one, and tear apart every scheme lurking in the shadows with her own hands.
Within the walls of the great mansion, she proceeded carefully, using her allure as bait and her cunning as a blade. She maneuvered among her watchful stepmother, her smiling but treacherous sisters, and the man destined to be her husband, who had treated her as worthless in her previous life. Behind the brocade curtains, she pretended to humor him, while the chill in her fingertips as they brushed his lapel betrayed her true feelings. In the arena of political intrigue, she turned her enemies against one another, watching coldly from the shadows.
But when the cold-faced marquis, who had never once spared her a glance in her previous life, swallowed hard as she gazed at him through silken lashes; when the trap she had laid accidentally implicated her in even deeper palace secrets, Shen Yuwei suddenly realized that the game of revenge had already been thrown into chaos…
The strategy is a bit low-end, the plot is relatively monotonous, and the character development is ordinary.