A scheming but delicate-born illegitimate daughter vs. an arrogant, spoiled prince?
In truth, they are two mad schemers fighting in secret.
The Duke of Guo's household had a daughter, sixteen years old, whose beauty resembled that of the goddess Luo. The capital's powerful nobles flocked to her.
What they didn't know was that she had been born a discarded pawn. Her birth mother abandoned her, and her own relatives used her. Liu Tang had planned to end her life, but a gentle woman at Tongque Terrace gave her hope of being reborn. Fate played cruel tricks: after three years together, the great fire of the eighth year of Chongqing took her mother from her once again, and her own relatives abandoned her once more.
To avenge her mother's death, she endured hardship at the Temple of Ten Thousand Nations. In private, she trained in martial arts and built up her power; in public, she was soft as jade and gentle as a flower, cultivating a good reputation. After ten years of patience and bitter struggle, her chance finally came.
An absurd marriage contract from the Lin family gave her the perfect opening for revenge. She used her fragile appearance to deceive everyone, leaving no one in the Lin household alive. After returning home, she was confronted with one sordid scheme after another, and repaid each one many times over. She disciplined wicked servants and changed the household rules, throwing the Duke of Guo's estate into chaos.
In this life, she lived only for revenge, to make those who set the fire pay for their crimes in blood.
When Shen Zhuo learned that his birth mother's belongings still existed, he went alone to the Lin household to investigate. There he ran into Liu Tang, who had come for the same reason. He attacked her in secret, every blow aimed to kill. But she proved his equal, escaping him time and again.
He laid out bait, all to get the truth from that one marriage contract.
"Tang'er, I'll never forget the stab to my heart when we first met. Even now, it aches faintly whenever it rains."
Liu Tang gave a cold laugh. "Is that so? You're not the only one. The scar on my stomach still hasn't faded."
