Young Master Qin's White Moonlight Is a Blade

On a stormy night, a Nokia ringtone suddenly rang out from inside a coffin

Five-year-old “Lin Xiaoman” dug up her mother’s body, only to unearth the truth that her life had been stolen and replaced seventeen years ago.

The boy who adopted her, Qin Mo, was missing half an ear. He embroidered roses on handkerchiefs and taught her to kill with shooting drills accurate to within half a centimeter.

He gave her a gun, a knife, and a name. He also gave her a rose empire watered with blood.

But when her twin’s mirror image crawled up from underground and the black ledgers behind the mining disaster were torn open page by page,

she finally discovered that she was the counterfeit who had been switched at birth, and the phone her mother had placed in her hands was a countdown timer set to detonate the entire Qin empire.

To take a name, first break the bones; to win freedom, first slay a god.

The storm still raged, the roses had not yet faded, and the blade hidden in her earring was already aimed at Qin Mo’s heart.