That night when I, Shen Nanzhi, was carried into the Prince Regent's Palace in a small sedan chair, the guests in the palace were all enjoying themselves.
As for me, the substitute princess, all I got was a white jade bracelet that belonged to my deceased wife, and three cold rules:
"Don't touch the peony."
"You are not allowed to enter Dongyuan."
"Never laugh."
I obediently put aside my blood feud and acted as the shadow of the white moonlight that died young.
Until one day at a banquet, the imperial concubine pointed at the pastry on my plate and sneered: "This pastry is poisonous."
The silver hairpin did not change color, but I instantly understood the truth of this substitute game——
It turns out that Xiao Jue's Bai Yueguang never really died.
When the face that was very similar to mine appeared behind the screen, I laughed and took off the bracelet and smashed it to pieces.
"Your Majesty," I looked directly at his suddenly shrinking pupils, "now is it time to call me the Living King of Hell?"
