Cast aside, abused, and smothered to death: the original owner traded her life for a ledger.
When I transmigrated into her body, my first move wasn't to cry. It was to strike back.
A maid tries to smother me? I break one of her arms.
The housekeeper comes to collect my corpse? I make her slap herself twenty times, then crawl away on her knees.
The First Madam covets my dowry? I read out her accounts in front of everyone and make my father slap her.
My father plans to usurp the throne? I write out his twelve crimes with my own hand and send him to the death prison.
Fourth Prince Sima Jun says, “You're not her.”
I reply, “Your Highness, you'd better not fall in love with me either. I didn't come into this world to fall in love.”
But he falls for me anyway.
And I can't escape it either.
I burn through my life in that inferno of blood and fire, in exchange for his vow never to take another empress.
A thousand years later, I open my eyes. My bracelet is broken, and my memories are gone.
But on the back of a photograph in my wallet, someone has written a line in a script I don't recognize:
“Murong Qingyi, you will always owe me a home.”
Heartbreaking angst and spine-tingling thrills. A masterpiece of tragic endings.
