My name is Pan Jinlian.
The world says that I am a slut who poisoned my husband and committed sexual immorality. They nailed my name to the pillar of shame in history and made me a model for all women to learn from. They say that my story begins with an accidental fork pole slipping, and ends with a sharp blade passing through my heart.
But they were wrong.
My story is far more complicated, more mysterious, and more thrilling than the legends of heroes and heroes. Every step I take is on the edge of human nature; every flattery I make hides the calmest calculation. I use my body as a chessboard and my desires as pawns to play against this cannibalistic world.
This is not a confession of a slut, but a true record of a woman who was insulted and damaged, using wisdom and beauty as weapons to launch a desperate counterattack against fate.
It's very good. Don't rely on it.