Slaughter the Phoenix Terrace
Reborn, I personally sent my half-sister to take the throne of Crown Princess.
Everyone laughed at me for being foolish enough to give up wealth and glory.
Little did they know I had already foreseen that the Crown Prince’s residence would become a living hell.
The man I was to marry was the legendary Ninth Thousand Years, a sinister and calculating figure who held real power.
On our wedding night, the candles burned bright as his icy fingers brushed my cheek.
“Why did you choose our family?” he asked.
I met his deep gaze. “Because only Your Highness can help me destroy this imperial power that devours its own people.”
He chuckled softly, his breath brushing my ear. “Very well. From now on, I’ll be the sharpest blade in your hand, my lady.”
Later, the Crown Prince was deposed, and my half-sister begged me to save her life.
The Ninth Thousand Years pulled me into his arms, twirling a lock of my hair around his fingertip as he asked in a voice as sweet as honey, “My lady, tell me... shall we cut down that peach tree in the Eastern Palace?”
