When the cup of poisonous wine he handed me burned through my throat, I understood the madness in his eyes - it turned out that the love of Wei Heng, the jade-faced king of hell, was a kind of destruction that would not even leave the body intact after squeezing out the use value. When I was reincarnated back to the day when I was proposed to marry him by his sweet words, I hid my overwhelming hatred and smiled sweeter and stupider than in my previous life. He gave me a white silk ribbon, and I tied it into a bow and hung it on the rafters of his political opponents; he sent me a beautiful concubine to humiliate him, and I spread acacia incense into the tea cup of his confidant. The whole capital laughed at my stupidity, and even my husband's false love was treasured. Until he overthrew my family and waited for me to cry for mercy with red eyes, I threw the evidence of guilt in his face: "Master Wei, guess who is kneeling and begging for his life this time?" He kissed my fingertips tremblingly: "I will give you my life in exchange for you looking at me again. At a glance..." I withdrew my hand and put the tip of the knife against his heart: "Your life was already dead with that glass of poisonous wine in my previous life." - Rebirth is not to renew our relationship, but to let him see with his own eyes how he became the worst loser in the chess game.
