On the day of my wedding, the regent thought my dowry was too small. Three hundred cavalry trampled the threshold of my house, and the entire household of the Marquis of Huai'an was executed.
I threw off the phoenix crown, drew out the dagger, and cut the red silk with one stroke - one hundred and twenty-eight palace lanterns in the main hall crashed to the ground.
That night, everyone said that the eldest lady of the Huai'an Marquis Mansion was crazy, and was knocked down from the animal cage by the regent himself, leaving no trace of her body.
They don't know that I'm not the one who died.
Three months later, I crushed three hundred boxes of sulfur gunpowder in an underground ice cellar in the capital. At the Prince Regent's birthday party, twelve drainage channels exploded simultaneously, and the entire palace burned to rubble at my feet.
Revenge was avenged. But the young emperor who had been hiding behind the scenes suddenly walked out unscathed, with the token of my Huai'an Marquis Mansion hanging on the waist of the secret guard behind him.
He smiled at me: "I have been waiting for this day for ten years."
It turns out that from beginning to end, I was the knife in his hand.
But who says the knife won't turn back?
