In her previous life, Jiang Yaozhi was the most gentle and virtuous legitimate daughter of a marquis’s household in the capital.
She respected her stepmother, protected her younger half-sister, and trusted her fiancé. In the end, they schemed against her together, forced her to drink poisoned wine, and left her to die a miserable death in a desolate courtyard.
Only as she lay dying did she learn that her stepmother’s virtue was an act, her half-sister’s weakness was a blade, and her fiancé’s devotion was a poison-coated dagger.
Reborn, she returned to three days before her fifteenth birthday ceremony.
Looking at her half-sister’s tearful, seemingly harmless face, Jiang Yaozhi smiled.
This time, she would tear away every mask of false virtue with her own hands!
You tampered with her dowry? Then she’d make sure you were disgraced and made to suffer the consequences!
You schemed to control her marriage? Then she’d let you taste what it was like to have your engagement broken in public and be condemned by everyone!
You tried to ruin her father and brothers? She’d make sure they rose to the top and enjoyed all the riches and glory they deserved!
In her previous life, her soft heart had cost her her family. In this life, she would be as hard as iron and protect every one of her loved ones.
But why did the Prince of Jing, who had never crossed paths with her in her previous life, keep watching her with cold, knowing eyes and secretly coming to her aid?
“Miss Jiang, I know you’re no saint. As it happens, neither am I.”