Shen Zhaoning was sitting on the wedding bed, his face under the hijab so calm that it was almost eerie. She listened to the noisy joy outside the window, and her fingers gently rubbed the venom-quenched dagger in her sleeve - this was the third time she had experienced this night.
For the first time, she waited happily for Lu Zhao to take her to elope, but what she waited for was the severe pain of being pushed down the cliff with his palm. The second time, she regretfully married the sick man Shen Yanzhi, but was sent away three months later by her concubine Shen Wanqing with a glass of poisoned wine. The third time, she finally understood: In this world, the only one she can trust is herself.
"Bride, it's time to drink Hexin wine."
The maid Bitao came in carrying a tray, with unconcealable gloating in her eyes. Shen Zhaoning recognized this look - in her previous life, it was this girl who drugged her sobering soup, causing her to "lose her composure" on the wedding night and be treated as a laughing stock by her husband's family.
