The winter night when Shen Qingci died in the cold palace was the most piercing nightmare in his life.
The tendons in his hands were severed, and his pride was crushed. My own brother died unjustly, and the execution ground was stained with blood from the sixty-seven members of my grandfather's clan.
The former docile concubine was wearing her phoenix robe, condescending and mocking.
But the young emperor whom she loved deeply only made a ruthless conclusion: "The Shen family is just a stepping stone for me to ascend the throne."
Once she attained nirvana, she was fifteen years old again.
At that time, the concubine's hypocrisy had not yet been exposed, the stepmother's evil intentions had not yet been revealed, and the emperor's wolfish ambitions had not yet become clear.
Fortunately, it's not too late.
In her previous life, she was virtuous and virtuous, and she gave in step by step, but in exchange, her whole family collapsed and her bones were gone.
In this life, she tore apart the mask of gentleness, plotted with cold eyes, and planned every step of the way.
Collect the dowry, clean up the inner house, and protect her loved ones. She will pay back all the people who bullied her, harmed her, and betrayed her ten times and a hundred times in her previous life!
He originally wanted to take revenge alone, but unexpectedly got entangled with the cold-faced powerful minister Xie Xuanheng.
The young minister of Dali Temple has great power, is cold and taciturn, and has unpredictable thoughts. In his previous life, he was the only one who saved her corpse, but in this life, he presses on her step by step and keeps a close eye on her.
His eyes were deep and insightful: "Miss Shen, who are you?"
Shen Qingci's eyebrows were cold and his words were sonorous: "I am a person who has returned to collect debts."
Xie Xuanheng leaned over and responded softly, his fate settled: "What a coincidence, in this life, I will only help you settle all your grievances and protect you to reach the top of the Phoenix Throne."
