In her previous life, Ye Weilan was an elite undercover agent entrusted with a top-secret mission. She was ordered to get close to the warlord Shen Jue, but the mission ended in failure, and he personally executed her in a leaking woodshed.
When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the year Shen Jue turned sixteen. The gaunt illegitimate son was curled up in a dilapidated woodshed, burning with a high fever, while a vicious servant sent by the Shen family matriarch was already outside with a bowl of poison.
This time, she sneered and tore up her mission orders. Then she pushed open the woodshed door and placed a bowl of hot soup and a dagger before him.
“Do you want to live? Do you want to make them pay in blood?”
“Learn from me. Learn to kill, learn to seize power, learn to trample this cruel world beneath your feet.”
Ten years later, Shen Jue had become the iron-fisted commander who ruled the North. He was merciless before his countless troops, yet beneath the red wedding candles on their wedding night, he pressed his forehead to hers and murmured with a smile:
“Master, the first move you taught me back then...”
“Wasn’t it, by any chance, killing my master?”
