The Chen family had diligently guarded the border for sixteen years. No one could have imagined they would betray their country and collude with the enemy. The culprit was the Second Miss Chen, renowned as the “Cold Plum Spear” and the “Lone Star of Calamity.”
The evidence was irrefutable. The emperor flew into a rage, the ringleader was executed by waist-level dismemberment, and the entire clan was implicated. The once-revered flower atop the mountain fell from her pedestal, and insults and slander came pouring in.
When she opened her eyes again, she had become a little Daoist in Yunmeng Marsh. The Daoist master said that when he first found her, blood was dripping from her eyes, and she was wailing as if she had suffered a terrible injustice.
Years passed amid the mountains. But Chen Zhao knew that she would have to leave them one day. The mortal world was full of turmoil, and too many things were still unresolved.
Good and evil each receive their due. As she pointed her blade at her enemy’s chest, he murmured, “Why… did I lose to you?”
Lu Mingyue took Chen Zhao’s hand from behind and guided the blade into his chest, smiling faintly. “You think you can compare yourself to my sister? Of course you lost. You don’t understand the human heart.”
