The palace was full of cold-bloodedness and cruelty. Only when death was near did she understand that life was always in the hands of those in high places.
Mandarins bloomed along the hem of her blood-red skirt. Fang Yuanzhi stood at the edge of the River of Forgetfulness, waiting for the one destined to descend into Hell: the man who had her heart cut out and put her to death for the throne. She wondered if he knew there was an unborn child in her womb.
Mo Lingheng, you are so cruel.
I hate my ignorance, my helplessness, and your cold-hearted cruelty.
If I am reborn, I will make you pay a thousandfold.
But Fang Yuanzhi never expected that after she was reborn, he would suddenly barge into her world.
