On the day I was thrown out of the academy, the capital had the heaviest snowfall in three years.
A former classmate poured cold water on my face: "Does an ugly guy deserve to study?"
Three years later, I knelt down and begged Master Xishan in exchange for a face that would captivate the entire country.
The most romantic Mr. Zhao in the capital is crazy about me, the richest Mr. Su wants to take me as his concubine, and the most noble Mr. Gu says he will not marry me unless I am.
They don't know that the cinnabar mole in the corner of my eye is locked in my blood and tears, and the dagger in my sleeve is tempered with the poison that seals my throat when I see blood.
I climbed high branches, weaved nets, swallowed up property, and climbed from the mud to the top of the capital.
Until the court, I took off my jade bracelet to reveal the hideous scar:
"This scar was left by a common girl who knelt in front of Ziyun Temple for three days and three nights in the winter when she was sixteen years old."
I want those who bullied me and humiliated me to pay the price one by one.
But when the fire burned everything, the scholar pushing the wheelchair in the misty rain in Jiangnan smiled tenderly at me:
"Girl, it's time to take medicine."
Only then did I realize that climbing the highest branches was just to find a safe place to rest.
[Sickly beautiful woman × ruthless careerist] [Revenge novel × Shura field] [She climbs high branches just to trample them under her feet] [Alternate history]
