Reborn as My Enemy's Bedmate

Shen Zhiqiu died on the winter solstice. All 137 members of the Shen family were executed in a blood-soaked public square. Her most trusted fiancé personally forced her to drink poison, then threw her body into a mass grave. As snow fell, a hand reached out from the pile of corpses. She wasn't quite dead, and she had brought something back with her: Thousand Faces. By touching the face of someone newly dead, she could take on their appearance and inherit their memories.

On the first night, she took on the face of the enemy who had drowned her maid and knocked on that vermilion gate.

The steward who sold out his master for favor, the deputy general who framed the Shen family, the mastermind seated in the place of honor... They could defend themselves against armies, but not against the people closest to them. When the steward drowned in his own lotus pond, he was still clutching her deed of sale; on the day the deputy general was taken to the execution ground, he only then recognized the female official presiding over his execution.

Pei Heng, Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, was ordered to capture the “Thousand-Faced Demon.” Following the trail of blood, he tracked the culprit to his own manor. The young woman who had once taken a blade for him and warmed his wine was wiping blood from her hands as she smiled at him. “The person you're looking for is right under your nose, my lord.”

Snow fell again for another year. Shen Zhiqiu counted the names still left on her list and slowly filled her cup with old wine.

This cup is for the newly dug graves.