Everyone thought that Miss Shen San from the Ministry of War Shangshu Mansion was a cowardly idiot who could even step on the servants.
Until the old lady's sixtieth birthday, she wore the most gaudy red dress gifted by the madam and lit up the entire inner house with a smile.
In the flames of the sky, the girl who should have died in the sea of fire was sitting on the high wall, looking coldly at her enemy wailing at her feet.
She was originally the master of the dark pavilion who was responsible for the blood debt of hundreds of lives. She came to the capital just to harvest the heads of her enemies.
However, one of the biggest variables came into her exquisite killing game.
Everyone knows that Mr. Xie is cold, aloof and ruthless, and he is an evil spirit that even the Imperial City should be afraid of. But no one knew that that night in the boudoir, he looked at her pale and cruel face, his eyes filled with almost morbid pleasure.
"In a game where life is at stake, Xie will stay with you until the end."
