Reborn, Shen Zhiyao vows to make her enemies pay in blood.
She opens her eyes in the coffin where she was buried alive, feeling the touch of a blade at her neck. The Crown Prince, Xiao Jue, who should be a corpse too, is pressing a phoenix hairpin against her lifeline, his eyes blood-red and murderous rage surging within him.
“Shen Zhiyao,” he rasps, his voice carrying the chill of hell itself. “You wicked woman, how dare you follow me to the underworld?”
Hatred surges through Shen Zhiyao. If not for him and his precious concubine, her entire Shen family would never have died unjustly! She is about to settle things with him once and for all in the imperial mausoleum, but he seems to see through her, and his expression suddenly changes.
The next moment, he throws the hairpin to the ground, grabs her wrist, and says something utterly shocking:
“Forget revenge. Help me ascend the throne, and I’ll share half my empire with you.”
The underground palace is freezing, but his palm burns hot. Looking at this man who, like her, has clawed his way back from hell, Shen Zhiyao suddenly sees a wild possibility: they understand each other’s hatred better than anyone, and could become the sharpest of double-edged blades.
The phoenix is about to cry out, its call resounding through the heavens. And this time, she will not walk alone.
