He lavished her with every tenderness, but only because her face reminded him of another woman who was dead.
He managed every detail of her daily life, but only because he was afraid she might die differently from “her.”
Reborn into a new life, Su Mingyue finally understood: if she was forced to play the stand-in until the very end, then she would drag the “deeply devoted” Director and her “stern, old-fashioned” brother into exposing every filthy secret beneath the imperial throne and smash them all to pieces.
But why was the man who was supposed to be nothing more than a business arrangement willing to wade into this mess, even risk his life for her?
“Xie Tingyun, what is it you really want?”
He wiped the blood from his lips and smiled, pale and dangerously alluring. “Me? I want that highest throne to crumble, and you… to rise again through fire!”
