Transmigrating into the story as a doomed noblewoman, I had memorized every word of The Capital’s Rules of the Weird, yet I tore up the rules in front of everyone.
“Rule One: Never look directly at the Regent. Offenders will have their eyes gouged out.”
I slapped the rule onto the table and sneered at the assembled officials. “I wrote this one myself, three hundred years ago.”
The mad Regent crushed the jade seal in his hand, his foxlike eyes bloodred. “Sister, you sealed me away for three hundred years. Did you come back just to pass judgment on me?”
The rules were the deepest conspiracy, and you were the one loophole I had.
