Slaying the Crown Prince in the King of Hell's Bed

On the day of his wedding, he gave me a bowl of poisoned wine. I took the blame for every wicked deed he committed, bearing the world's hatred in his place. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning of my fate: Dead Man's Alley. This time, I tore up my indenture and headed straight for the Eastern Depot.

"Eunuch of a Thousand Years, do you need a blade? All I need is one of your handkerchiefs, and I can make His Highness the Crown Prince kneel and lick your shoes clean."

She was a vengeful ghost clawing her way back from hell, sworn to burn everyone who had betrayed her. The powerful governor, whose influence shook the court, leaned down and hooked a finger beneath her chin. "Interesting. I'll take that bet."

And so began a collaboration between a mad beauty and a governor from hell, one that would topple a dynasty, slay the emperor and the crown prince, and set the world ablaze!