The Bewitching Girl

The cycles of passing years, the fated bond inscribed on the Three Lives Stone: none of it could ever be forgiven. Every evil, every stain, every disgrace, every act of ugliness in this world belonged to souls trapped in the bounds of morality and unable to escape their own depravity. Through three lifetimes, they still could not free themselves from the tangled desires and love within their grasp.

Her eyes tilted sharply upward at the corners. She gave a cold laugh at this sinful world, this wretched mortal realm.

The sole heir of the imperial family had spent ten years imprisoned. Once her sorcery was perfected, she became peerless beneath the heavens. A wave of her hand brought the bright moon into the sky; a furrow of her brow summoned a driving rain. Her delicate, graceful beauty made it all seem like a dream. Amid all the transformations, nothing in the world could escape her gaze. Those bewitching peach-blossom eyes held the greatest coldness in the world, along with the chilling resentment accumulated in the Yellow Springs.

Those haughty, enchanting eyes belonged to a bewitching woman who could bring the world to its knees.