Jiang Wanzhi was reborn.
The year the poison took hold, she died beneath the cold walls of Prince Jing's residence.
When she opened her eyes again, she had lived an entire lifetime in the modern world, only to find herself back in the first year of her marriage into the prince's household.
This time, she broke free of every rule imposed on her and became the most reckless princess consort in the capital.
In her previous life, she drained her dowry to support her birth family. After her death, the marquis's household wouldn't even provide her with a coffin.
Now, remade from the inside out, she'd break the bones of anyone who dared to leech off her again.
The entire capital said Prince Jing despised her, but only Jiang Wanzhi could see clearly:
The way Xie Junche looked at her had already changed.
Late one night in the study, he grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the edge of the desk.
"Wanzhi, stop deliberately provoking me."
She curved her eyes into a smile and leaned her waist forward slightly. "Your Highness, am I the one provoking you, or have you been hoping in your heart for me to come all along?"
