Ning Qingya’s fiancé has been more clingy lately.
It was as if overnight, the steady and sensible Young Master Gu had become a different person. Not only did he forcefully take charge of the marquis household’s affairs, he also drew a clear line between himself and Ning Qingru, Qingya’s “considerate” cousin. He even began quietly gathering evidence of Zhao Heng’s crimes. Zhao Heng was the younger brother of the emperor’s favored consort.
Ning Qingya was still trying to make sense of this sudden change when fate’s malice quietly descended.
Zhao Heng’s obsessive pursuit followed her everywhere. Ning Qingru’s false mask began to peel away, and her soft-hearted mother became the sharpest weapon in someone else’s hands: a packet of poison passed through her hands, meant to take her father’s life!
In her previous life, Ning Qingya had lost her family and died young under just such a scheme.
Fortunately, someone had returned from hell carrying memories of blood and fire.
Gu Yan clasped her hand tightly. His gaze burned like a blaze, yet was as still as the abyss. “Qingya, don’t be afraid. In this life, if the gods and Buddhas are unjust, I’ll make the laws of this world myself. If treacherous men hold power, I’ll bring down the whole court! No one will ever lay a finger on you again.”
