(Assassin princess consort × two-faced prince | Beneath the vermilion palace walls, who is the real prey?
I was ordered to marry him, only to take his life on our wedding night.)
Shen Qingchen, codename “Liang Sheng,” is the sharpest blade in the Northern Guard Prince's hand. A single imperial decree transforms her into a seemingly delicate noblewoman and sends her into the imperial family as the consort of the third prince, Lu Jingheng. Her mission: keep watch, gather evidence, and, if necessary, kill.
In public, Lu Jingheng is a lazy good-for-nothing. In private, he is the mysterious “Master Qingge” of the martial world. He knows from the start that this woman is a poisoned offering, and watches her performance with amused interest, waiting for her to make a move.
· On their wedding night, he lifts her chin and laughs softly. “My dear consort, you must learn the rules if you want to stay by my side.”
· Beneath the moon, she meets the mysterious “Master Qingge” and considers him a kindred spirit, never realizing that behind the silver mask are the eyes of her husband, who has already seen through everything.
Within the vermilion walls, danger lurks at every turn. She thinks she's the one setting the trap, never realizing she's already fallen into someone else's. When her identity as an assassin is exposed, and their mutual testing turns into entrusting each other with their lives, they both plunge into the abyss.
In their darkest hour, he tears off his disguise and presses his forehead to hers, whispering hoarsely, “Shen Qingchen, I'm done pretending.”
But when her sealed memories awaken and she finally takes revenge on her enemy, the deadly poison “Wangchuan” lurking inside her also erupts, driving her toward the death fate has ordained for her...
She died on the eve of their wedding, in the year he loved her most. He held her cold body and held the grandest wedding of all.
When she opens her eyes again, she is in a modern city. The love and hatred that spanned a thousand years were no dream. And he has been waiting for her for far, far too long.
