The cold female agent dressed up as a love-minded princess, tearing apart scumbags with her hands, pointing her sword at the country, but she couldn't escape the infatuation of the iron-blooded regent.
The sharpest knife of Guoan was shot to death by a close relative. The most noble princess of Daliang was burned alive by her beloved.
On the hell train, two unwilling souls met. In front of Po Meng, she made a deal with her——
"I will go back for you. I will repay you every penny of your debt. I will repay you every penny of your kindness."
"... Then, what about you?"
The woman lowered her head and looked at the gun hole on her chest, her voice as light as a gust of wind.
"Live by the way."
When she opened her eyes again, she became her.
The princess's soul resides in the depths of her consciousness, recognizing someone for her - this is the royal brother, the emperor of the dynasty, the brother who has held her in the palm of his hand since childhood. This is Xiao Yanzhi, the current regent, the younger brother of the imperial brother, her imperial uncle, the fool who died in a sea of fire to save her in the previous life.
Memories from the sea of fire came flooding back.
She saw Xiao Yanzhi charging into the siege covered in blood, with his sword broken and countless wounds on his body, but he stood in front of her without taking a step back. The moment the blade touched her neck, the regent who was so decisive in killing in the court put down his weapon and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't hurt her. Take my life."
In the firelight, Shen Zhaoning, who was tortured to the point of dying, finally saw clearly - the open and secret arrows he had blocked for her in those years, the silence he held back every time he wanted to speak, and the light in his eyes that gradually extinguished when he watched her walking toward someone else.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." She cried heartbreakingly, "How could you
