Shen Qingwan, the legitimate daughter of the Marquis Yongjia’s household, was the most celebrated beauty in the capital.
One smile from her could inspire scholars to compose a hundred poems; one furrowed brow could make princes and young nobles compete to console her.
Everyone said she was gentle and kind, a delicate flower in need of careful tending.
But no one knew that beneath her flawless facade lurked a vengeful soul returned from hell.
In her previous life, she gave her heart to the wrong person, her family was falsely accused, and she ultimately drowned in a pond.
Meanwhile, the lowborn cousin she had never taken seriously stepped over her corpse and ascended the phoenix throne, ruling over all.
Reborn, Shen Qingwan still smiled gently, but her eyes were now tempered with ice.
She would make tenderness her blade and beauty her trap, luring every old enemy into her grasp one by one.
The heir of the Prince of Zhenbei, who had once loathed her to the bone, was now madly infatuated with her.
The sinister prince who had treated her as a pawn had fallen into her game instead.
Even the otherworldly Imperial Preceptor was willing to cast a divination for her and glimpse the secrets of heaven.
Everyone thought her weak and easy to bully, a damsel waiting to be rescued.
Little did they know that she already held the pieces in her hand, coolly watching the capital’s powerful and wealthy perform an extravagant spectacle for her.
