Seven years ago, she saved a gravely wounded prince in the mountains, fell in love with him, then was hunted down by the marquis's household to silence her. She barely survived childbirth and gave birth to twins, then lay low for seven years.
Seven years later, she returns to the capital with her twins. A white-lotus impostor has stolen the credit for saving the prince, and the wicked bask in glory, while she and her children are treated like ants and scorned by the world.
Faced with the murder of her mother and the hatred born of the hunt, she will neither rely on men nor covet the powerful. Her medical skills will astonish the world, and her adorable children will expose hypocrisy in public. She will tear off the powerful's masks with her own hands, crush the marquis's household, reclaim what is hers, and collect the blood debt. When the prince, now accomplished but consumed by regret, comes chasing after her, she merely glances back and says, “I decide my own future.”
