Jiang Yunshu died an unjust death. In her previous life, she was the most beautiful woman in the capital, but her legitimate older sister pushed her into a lotus pond because she stood in the way of her becoming empress.
When she opened her eyes again, she had become a filthy little kitten, picked up by the cold-faced general Long Chengnan, who carried her back to his residence by the scruff of her neck.
Everyone in the capital knew the general hated cats and dogs. He had even thrown a spirit dog from the Western Regions, gifted to him by the emperor, right out of his residence.
Jiang Yunshu trembled as she acted cute and obedient, afraid he might squeeze her to death.
Until late one night, she heard Long Chengnan murmuring to her cat bed: “Miss Jiang died under suspicious circumstances. What do you think... could that be true?”
The kitten froze. Why would he care how she died?
The next day, Long Chengnan brought back a portrait of her and traced the painted woman’s features with his fingertips.
Jiang Yunshu couldn’t help reaching out a paw to touch it, but heard him sneer: “If that wicked woman were still alive, I’d kill her with my own hands.”
Her fur stood on end in terror. So this man was the enemy she needed to fear most!
