My father died in battle, my mother died in love, and my younger brother's body was not found. Before she died, Shu Yao knew that her sworn brother and Handkerchief, whom she treated with all her heart and soul, had already joined forces to push Zhenbei Palace into the abyss step by step.
When she opened her eyes again, she was fifteen years old again.
In this life, she doesn't want sincerity, only means. Xu Yan wants to rise to prominence? She cut off his path to the imperial examination. Lin Wanru wants to fly up a branch? She then let her taste what it felt like to be stepped into the mud.
When the enemy knelt at his feet and begged for mercy, Shu Yao leaned over and chuckled: "Don't worry, you owe me the Zhenbei Palace, and you have just begun to pay it back."
No CP, no love, only murder and heartbreaking
