After returning from rebirth, Shen Zhiyao vowed to pay with blood.
She opened her eyes from the coffin where she was buried, and felt the touch of a sharp blade on the side of her neck - the prince Xiao Jue, who should also be a corpse, was pressing a phoenix hairpin against her lifeline, his eyes were scarlet and he was filled with anger.
"Shen Zhiyao," his voice was hoarse, carrying the chill from hell, "How dare you, a vicious woman, follow Gu Gu to the underworld?"
The hatred in Shen Zhiyao's heart was overwhelming. If it weren't for him and his good concubine, how could the entire Shen family have died in vain! She was about to end things with him in the imperial mausoleum, but he seemed to have seen through something, and his eyes suddenly changed.
The next moment, he threw the hairpin to the ground, grabbed her wrist, and said something earth-shattering:
"Stop taking revenge. Come, help me ascend the throne, and I will give you half of my empire."
The underground palace was cold, but his palms were hot. Shen Zhiyao looked at the man in front of her who had crawled back from hell like her, and a crazy idea suddenly became clear - they are the people who best understand each other's hatred, and they can also become the most powerful double blades.
The phoenix will chirp, resounding throughout the sky. But this time, she was no longer alone.
