She is Wen Yan, the most esteemed young lady in the Republic of China. Her father is a senior general, her mother the only daughter of the wealthiest family, and her maternal grandfather, of the Wen family, commands warlords, controls foreign trading houses, and monopolizes finance and foreign trade. Half the money and power in the entire country flows through her family’s hands.
The cherished jewel of her family, she enjoys unmatched splendor and marries the young general Ze Li.
She believes he is the right man for her, her final destination, the one person she will spend her whole life with.
Until she discovers that another woman has taken up residence in her husband’s heart.
Jiang Ying: captivating as a song, cunning at every turn, and cruel to the core, yet blessed with a face that inspires pity.
The banquet ends. On the cliffside road home, the husband she trusts most and her “gentle” rival push her over the precipice with their own hands.
Broken beyond recognition, she dies with her eyes open.
Then, in a single instant, her soul returns.
She is still Wen Yan, the eldest daughter standing atop the Republic of China, untouchable by all.
The pain of having her heart carved out in her past life, the hatred of being buried alive: she will not shed another tear.
In this life, she will make those who betrayed and harmed her kneel and beg, suffer worse than death, and repay her a hundredfold.
Life is cruel enough. I’ll send them to hell to pay for it.
