My Entire Family Was Slaughtered. I Returned to Tear Through the Capital

All fifty members of the Shen family were wiped out in a single night. No one buried their dead or pleaded for justice. Even the character “Shen” was erased from Bianjing. Ten years later, a new beauty shop opened in a backstreet called Apricot Blossom Lane. The shopkeeper Shen, a stunning beauty who had come from out of town, had a pair of clever hands. She could straighten a crooked mouth, lift a flat nose, and smooth even the deepest scars. The city’s noblewomen crowded through her doors, but none of them knew the truth: She had taken her own face from a corpse, and spent ten whole years rebuilding the skin she wore. It was precious beyond measure. She came back with an unfamiliar face for three reasons only: Investigate, kill, and invite everyone who had wronged the Shen family back to their home, one by one, to cleanse the family’s name with their blood. Until the commander of the Imperial City Division came calling. He set a white porcelain bottle on her counter. It had once been broken, then mended with gold. “Ten years ago, Miss Shen broke a medicine bottle.” “I paid for it, picked up the pieces, and put it back together.” He looked at her. “Madam Shen, do you think she’s still alive? Or are you her?” She smiled and took half a step back. “Sir, I don’t know any Miss Shen. I’m just a country woman. What could I possibly have to do with her?” He stepped closer and whispered in her ear, “Then why are your hands trembling? Admit it. You can’t escape me.”