A storm suddenly fell across Shengjing, and the bloody storm tore the sky apart.
Zhao Wanning is the orphan of a guilty minister, with a blood feud, but has experienced four lives of ups and downs.
In the first life, he was discovered by officers and soldiers before he could escape, and they chased him and jumped off a cliff until he died.
In her second life, while trying to cover her brother's escape, she slipped and fell into the water and died.
In the third life, she finally escaped from the claws of Emperor Jianyuan, but failed at the last moment. Her identity was discovered by her enemies and she was tortured to death.
Now in her fourth life, it is also the longest she has lived. With unwillingness and resentment, she only wants to get revenge.
At the temple fair on the Lantern Festival, the city is filled with fireworks and dazzling lights.
Zhao Wanning and the young man on the other side looked at each other. The two people who had been on opposite sides for a long time could not recognize each other and did not dare to recognize each other.
Time has wasted each other's years, and it is difficult to recover from the water. How can a pair of hands already stained with blood drag the other into this dark whirlpool.
Pei Zhiyu had been lonely and helpless for many years. When he was thirteen years old, his entire family died in battle.
Only he and his grandmother struggled to support the huge Duke Pei's mansion.
Six years passed in the blink of an eye, and he became a sword of the Holy One.
The peace in Shengjing was broken by a series of murders. The two factions attacked from left and right, but the murderer unexpectedly coincided with him.
It refers directly to a widely involved injustice case in the past.
It's not in vain that he has been fighting alone for so long. He just wants to make everyone involved in the unjust case pay the price.
When the truth was revealed, a figure rushed towards him, and the girl buried in his memory appeared in front of him again. When the two met, they were both stunned.
I never dared to think that the last trace of comfort that had taken root in my heart would really come back.
Intention: The dark night will eventually usher in light.
