At five, she was declared “doomed to die young.” Fourteen years later, she returns to find her entire family condemned for treason, with their execution set for three days from now.
People call her a harbinger of disaster, a curse, an ill omen.
She smiles and nods. “That's right. I'm the girl who died. I'm here today to make sure everyone knows it.”
The mysterious leader of the capital's underground network has been searching for her for twelve years.
He's not looking for an enemy, but for a girl who died long ago.
He takes off the iron ring he's worn for twelve years. One character is engraved on the inside: Yuan.
“Every year on the anniversary of your death, I sit by your empty grave all day. I bring a flask of wine and two osmanthus cakes. I stay until the sunset you loved watching fades, then I leave.”
She lays out a map of the Ministry of Justice prison's defenses.
“Help me save my family.”
“Why should I?”
“Because I can make anyone's death look like an accident, including the person sitting on the dragon throne.”
The agents he'd spent three years placing inside the Ministry of Justice are exposed overnight.
“It's all gone to waste.”
“Worth it.”
She whips around and drives a knife into the carriage wall.
“This one is for my father. The second is for my mother. The third is for my second brother. After three cuts, I want Zheng Huairen's head.”
He passes her a poisoned dagger through the carriage window.
“Your blade isn't quick enough. I'm afraid your hand might shake.”
He is her only way out.
She is the obsession he would sacrifice everything to protect.
“Brother Yanzhi.”
“Mm?”
“You're more terrifying than I thought.”
“Likewise.”
[Unhinged harbinger of disaster × devoted leader of the underground network | A formidable team | Political intrigue and revenge | Angsty, sweet push and pull | He searched for