The night Xiao Wantang died in a mass grave, heavy snow covered her rotting body.
The only person who stooped to gather her remains was the Ninth Imperial Uncle, the man she had hated most in life.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back at the age of fifteen. After rejecting the Fifth Prince's marriage proposal in front of everyone, she did two things: protect her grandmother and cling to the Ninth Imperial Uncle.
Her half-sister plays the victim? Expose her. Her stepmother makes a move against her? Make her pay. The consort turns up the pressure? Bring it on.
The tragedies of her past life had made her give up on love completely. In this life, she swore she would never marry into a powerful family. She would find someone who truly cared for her and live a peaceful life.
But every young master, heir, and general she considered marrying ended up out of the picture.
Only when she caught the regent meddling behind the scenes did she realize that this cold-faced powerbroker had been plotting to claim her all along.
"What gives you the right to ruin my chances?" she snapped at him.
Qi Linyuan's gaze was deep, his voice low and husky. "They're not good enough for you. Why not marry me instead?"
Abyssal depths, and Tang falls in.
She thought she was only borrowing a piece of driftwood from him, never knowing she had already sunk into his abyss.
