Reborn, I Married My Enemy's Greatest Foe

Shen Yingwan died in the Cold Palace at the age of twenty-three.

The imperial edict sentencing her to death bore her husband's personal seal. The hand that delivered the poisoned wine belonged to her stepsister, raised by her stepmother. And her seven-year-old younger brother had been drowned in the lotus pond three years earlier.

When she opened her eyes again, it was the night before her wedding.

First, break off the engagement. Second, seize the family fortune. Third, collect every blood debt from her past life, with interest.

She hadn't expected a marriage edict from the emperor and empress to thrust her onto the most dangerous chessboard in the capital. The regent, Pei Yanzhi, commanded three hundred thousand northern cavalry. In her previous life, they had never crossed paths, but this time he was unusually interested in her uncanny knack for knowing things before they happened.

He blocked her retreat, his voice barely above a whisper. “Shen Yingwan, have you learned too many things you shouldn't know?”

She lifted her teacup, her smile never reaching her eyes. “Since Your Highness is asking, that means you aren't sure either. If you're not sure... perhaps it's better not to ask.”

He said nothing more, only reaching out to brush a fallen petal from her shoulder.

When his fingertips grazed her collarbone, neither of them moved.

Some tests, when drawn out long enough, turn into something else. And that something is more dangerous than political intrigue.