The night before my wedding, I heard Grandmother say, “We raised her for seventeen years just to offer her to that man.”
My mother uncovered something she shouldn’t have while auditing the books, and was silenced.
I was born on a yin year, yin month, and yin day. I was a sacrifice from the moment I was born.
A shadow guard drove a blade through my left chest and threw me into a mass grave.
When the torrential rain woke me, I discovered that my heart was on the right side.
I crawled out of the pile of corpses, switched bodies, changed my name, and hid in the darkest corner of the capital.
The people of the Shen family thought I was dead.
They held my funeral using my coffin and had my fiancé marry into the second branch of the family instead.
They didn’t know that the legitimate daughter they had raised as a sacrifice for seventeen years was crouched in the shadows, recording every one of their fates, stroke by stroke.
Not a single member of the Shen family will escape.
[A noble heiress sacrificed by her own family comes back from the dead and joins forces with a dark, scheming prince. Amid “supernatural cases” engineered by human hands, they tear away the facade concealing imperial power and aristocratic clans, seeking revenge on the entire family of predators and powerful nobles.]
