Twelve years of peace, late spring
I married Lin Wenzhao, the Living King of Hell who was feared by everyone in the capital.
I lived a cautious life in the house, thinking only about how to please my husband. But he kept a straight face every day, and the people in the house looked at my face with different expressions. There seemed to be something different about my face.
Until Lin Wenzhao said: I know you are here to kill me
