Wen Wan died twice.
The first time was when I was ten years old, and I watched helplessly as my whole family of 137 people was stained with blood on the execution ground.
The second time was when she was eighteen years old, as a low-level palace maid "Liu Yun'er", she opened two pairs of eyes in a dry well.
One pair of eyes is that of the frightened and despairing orphan girl from ten years ago.
The other pair of eyes came from a thousand years later, with modern strategy and cold hatred - "I".
After ten years in the palace, I lived more humblely than a dog.
Until that box of inferior rouge became the first blade I tempered.
I traced my eyebrows in front of the broken mirror, and the voice in my mind calmly guided me: "Smile should be sweet; eyes should be soft; heart should be cruel."
Concubine Zhou was domineering, so I handed her the sour plum soup to treat the fetus - the bottom of the soup contained a drug that could drive a wedge between her and the family.
Lin Wanyi was gentle, so I accepted her poisoned clothing and turned it around to make it appear in the Queen Mother's reward.
Emperor Chu Mo was suspicious, so I helped him relieve his old headache - every time I pressed my fingertips, I measured the rhythm of his jugular pulse.
They all said that Liu Yun'er was the gentlest person in the palace.
Little did he know that there was a blade hidden at the bottom of the rouge box, and the ice was quenched under his smile.
I climbed step by step, using the blood of my enemies as steps and my disguised tears as weapons.
But when I finally stood in front of him, holding evidence that could overturn everything——
The most noble man in the world held my face with his blood-stained hands, his eyes broken:
"Wanwan, if I use these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers as a job, I can exchange for you to put down your sword... Are you willing?"
I smiled, my fingertips were as red as blood, and I lightly scratched his heart.
This first sword is called... Rouge blade.
