The history books record: In the winter of the twenty-ninth year of Pingle, the emperor and empress traveled with the imperial family to Nanshan Temple to pray for blessings. On the way back to the capital, they were ambushed. Of the thirty-six noblewomen accompanying them, only Song Mingfu, the crown prince's intended bride, perished.
The emperor mourned her devotion to her husband and specially ordered her burial with the honors due a crown princess. Her elder brother was promoted and ennobled, and her mother was granted the title of Noble Lady.
But on the night Song Mingfu was buried, bandits slaughtered the entire Duke of Song's household. Not a single member of the Song clan survived.
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The world lamented that the Duke's household had fallen from glory overnight, but no one knew that when the crown prince personally set fire to the Song estate that night, Song Mingfu, now a wandering ghost, stood before him and witnessed everything.
The moment the entire estate was reduced to ashes, Song Mingfu's soul vanished into nothingness.
At the same time, the second daughter of the Shi family in the capital, who had been unconscious with a high fever for five days, suddenly opened her eyes.
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"Second Miss Shi, why have you plotted so carefully to destroy loyal and honorable people?"
The woman calmly drew the sword she'd just used to kill someone, then laid it across the crook of her arm and wiped away the blood. Her movements were unhurried, and a faint smile never left her lips.
"To kill everyone who killed me."
"But you are standing right in front of me now. How can you say you were killed?"
The sharp ring of a sword sliding into its sheath rang out.
Hearing it, Cui Xian raised his head in alarm, only to see a scarlet figure walking away.
"Song Mingfu died in the twenty-ninth year of Pingle."
Blurb written on 2024-12-18
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Theme: Justice may be late, but it will never be absent
