On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, in the twenty-third year of Yongchang, Shen Luxi, the legitimate daughter of a marquis’s household, was poisoned to death by her half-sister and husband, then left to die after seven days confined in a cold room.
In her final moments, she heard Shen Lianxin laugh and say, “Don’t worry, Sister. I’ll take care of the dowry Mother left you.”
When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the eve of her fifteenth-birthday coming-of-age ceremony.
Heaven had given her two things: memories of her previous life, and a pair of eyes that could hear people’s hearts.
What schemes lay behind her half-sister’s sweet words? What was her stepmother plotting beneath her solicitous concern? Even the cold and taciturn Prince of Zhenbei, Fu Jingchen, seemed like a serene and desireless Buddha, yet inside he was shouting wildly: “She looked at me! She just looked at me!”
In this life, Shen Luxi proceeds carefully, bringing every conspiracy into the light. She will make her enemies pay for their blood debts, protect her mother for the rest of her life, and
Wait.
Who is that old woman in gray among the crowd? What does she mean by “the anomaly recorded in the ancient texts”?
What is the person who always lurks in the shadows, fingering prayer beads as they watch everything, plotting?
More frightening still, Shen Lianxin’s gaze has changed.
Only someone who has been reborn would recognize that look.
When one avenger meets another, when a mind reader faces someone else who already knows what is coming, who is truly making the moves in this game?
And what kind of chapter will that seemingly aloof, inwardly frantic Buddha-like general write in her life?
She thought being reborn was a gift from fate, never realizing that she wasn’t the only one making moves in this game.
Good-looking, come on