After Luring Him into Her Trap, the Scheming Cousin Escaped Unscathed

The year Shen Zhirou was living under someone else’s roof, she became the most loathed distant cousin in the Duke of Zhenguo’s residence.

Lu Huaixu, the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple who oversaw the prisons, watched her calculated attempts to curry favor with cold eyes. He was convinced she was a scheming woman trying to latch onto the powerful.

He gripped her chin and sneered coldly. “With your status, the most I could offer you is the position of concubine.”

Shen Zhirou’s eyes reddened, but she meekly agreed.

Lu Huaixu thought he had found her weakness and only needed to wait for her to obey.

He had no idea that the mastermind behind the Jiangnan treason case he was hunting down with every resource at his disposal, the strategist who had been manipulating him all along, was now kneeling obediently at his knees, tying on a sachet for him with her own hands.

On the night of the struggle for the throne, before the Golden Throne Hall,

Shen Zhirou ripped away her disguise in front of all the court officials and presented irrefutable evidence of treason from ten years ago.

Her name cleared, she rose to become a lady official serving the emperor, breathtakingly brilliant.

With bloodshot eyes, Lu Huaixu tried to win her back by offering her the position of primary wife.

But Shen Zhirou could not even be bothered to spare him a sidelong glance. She turned and took the arm of his sworn enemy. “Mind your place, Heir. My husband now is the Marquis of Wu’an, who commands the Three Armies.”