The Princess Consort Came Through the Gates of Hell, Subduing Corpses, Ghosts, and Evil Spirits

The day Chu Kexing, the Ghost Gate Sect's heir, descended from the mountain, the bustling capital was turned upside down.

She mastered the arts of divination and geomancy, and carried a lamp in the palm of her hand.

She could command a hundred ghosts to clear the way and a hundred demons to bear her palanquin. She could guide lost souls and make heavenly fiends bow their heads.

She had thought she would spend her whole life among demons and spirits. But after arriving in the capital, she found herself surrounded by the kingdom's most powerful ministers.

The Grand Marshal, who commanded the dynasty's armies and was famed for his cold, iron-blooded ways, willingly laid aside his sharp edge for her.

The military governor of the northern territories had amassed such power that the entire court trembled at his name, yet for her alone, he bent his proud head.

The Crown Prince returned from monastic life with his heart still supposedly free of worldly attachments. He never expected to fall for her.

The gentle new top scholar saw her but once, in a fleeting glimpse, and from then on, his heart was in disarray.

At every stop along her journey, each wronged spirit and vengeful ghost she helped bring to justice exposed another atrocity concealed by the powerful.

As one strange case after another came to light, the truth of her own origins surfaced in all its bloody detail.

It turned out that the culprits behind the destruction of her mother's Guiyun clan and the theft of her father Chu Wuya's title were the very “relatives” in the capital who deserved to die most.

What did high officials and nobles matter? What did a hundred thousand troops matter? When the truth came out, she would begin her slaughter.

The road home was paved with blood. She would reopen old cases and lay bare the bones beneath.

No matter whether the road led through life or death, even if a thousand stood in my way, I would go.