The Princess Is Ill-Omened

In the nearly three hundred years since the Yongling dynasty was founded, Nangong Jiao was the first princess to be marked by the emperor's golden brush and seal as ill-fated. The people despised her, her own kin loathed her, and she struggled to survive in the mire. But no one knew that the frail princess they looked down on was secretly the master of the Lanying Pavilion, ruling the martial world and commanding countless top fighters! Nor did anyone know that her martial arts were unmatched, or that the blades, swords, and daggers in her hands had slit the old emperor's throat and tasted the blood and bones of corrupt eunuchs. Even the new emperor, clad in imperial robes, had ascended the throne because she had stirred up the storm! When she bowed her head, she smiled faintly, utterly unconcerned. What did it matter if the emperor held supreme power? He was merely a pawn in her delaying strategy. She sought far more than vengeance and riches. What she wanted was to defy fate and become the first empress in all of history! Emotional blurb break The moment before she first met him, she had just murdered her father and killed the emperor on the high platform inside Linde Hall. Then, beneath the carved palace lanterns in the corridor before the hall, she saw a gentleman as graceful as jade, walking with serene, refined ease. She hid her bloodstained dagger and staged an act of self-sacrifice, collapsing in front of him. A gauze lantern fell, and thunder roared. He lifted her wounded body into his arms. Blood stained his moon-white robe, but he paid it no mind, calling out again and again, "Young lady, young lady..." In the torrential rain, her crimson palace gown intertwined with his moon-white robe, their garments impossible to tell apart. A ready-made shield was too useful to pass up. She was rarely wrong in her calculations. The one thing she hadn't anticipated was that he would offer her his whole heart. He knew she was using him, yet he risked his life to protect her time and time again. No matter how much she tried to drive him away, he wouldn't leave. Until, at the edge of the Cliff of Severed Heaven, on a rise in the middle of the river, with nowhere left to run. Amid a storm of sharp, glittering blades, arms fragrant with sandalwood wrapped around her. She saw so much blood pour from his mouth. She saw him smile and silently say, "Young lady, run." She had never met anyone as foolish as him. . When they met again, he remembered nothing of the past. The gentle, jade-like Yan Yun, once a hostage, had become the passionate young master of Tianji Valley. His handsome face was covered in white tattoos, and he was as innocent of the ways of the world as a snow lotus in a world of its own. The first time his hazy gaze fell on her, he murmured, "Wife, you're so beautiful." She didn't recognize him either. She simply couldn't resist wanting to see him flustered, embarrassed, and at a loss. When his blood rushed, a flush spread across his white tattoos, more beautiful than the finest red bridal veil in the world. Later, he finally learned there was someone else she had been searching for all along, someone she had never forgotten. Late at night, he clung to her tightly, eyes bloodshot as he choked out the question: "Princess, who are you looking at through me? That hostage Yan Yun?" Message: Defy fate and save all living beings.