She crawled out of hell just to send everyone there.
On that snowy night nine years ago, a close relative led an army and broke through the gate of Song Mansion. The blood of one hundred and thirty-seven people stained the whole house red.
Song Zhiyin climbed out of the dog hole, lay on the wet nurse's back, and looked back at the last fire.
Nine years later, she entered the palace under a pseudonym and became the most favored maid around the eldest princess. She lowered her head to study ink, serve tea, and sew clothes, smiling gently and appropriately. No one knows how many books she has read, no one knows how long she has been sharpening her knives.
Jin Wang Situ Kun was the only one who saw through her. He placed a dagger with his name engraved on it under her pillow, and only said: "You still have me."
She wanted to send her enemies to hell one by one in that cannibalistic imperial city.
But she didn't know that the biggest trap in this city was never the flash of swords - it was someone saying "I'll wait for you" to her.
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The orphan of the former dynasty × the cold-faced King of Jin｜Double strong｜Sadomasochism｜BE
But that person could never take her to see the snow in the north again.
