The Greatest Beauty in Red

What could be more miserable than transmigrating and waking up in a mass grave? It was only now that Mo Hongzhuang understood: meeting a man who was stronger, more calculating, and far more patient than she was. If she had known he was a big bad wolf from the start, she swore she would never have gotten so close to him. That way, she wouldn’t have been swept away by his tender affection. And she certainly wouldn’t have failed to notice how eagerly he was waiting for her to grow up, only to devour her whole! He was the lord of the most mysterious force in the martial world, the Demon Palace. With a fox mask covering his face, he was as cold as ice. A single sweep of his hand brought a storm of bloodshed, and the slightest furrow of his brow could shake half the world. People called him the “Lord of Purgatory.” If she hadn’t encountered those untamed eyes when she passed by the mass grave that day, she might never have turned him into a tragic man, forced to wait for a woman to grow up, while enduring the sight of her remaining oblivious to his feelings and flirting with other men. Mo Hongzhuang, I saved your life, so your life belongs to me. For all eternity, don’t even think about running away! A More Serious Introduction She was the current head of a family of poison masters, as well as the “Silver-Handed Hongzhuang,” a legend across both the righteous and underworld factions. But she suffered from an inherited, incurable illness. The world said, “When the King of Hell wants you dead by the third watch, Hongzhuang can keep you alive until the fifth.” She was known as the living King of Hell. And she, Mo Hongzhuang, was a lowly concubine-born daughter of the Prince of Mo’s household. Her mother died young, leaving her timid by nature. Betrothed to the crown prince as a child, she had planned to endure her lot for the rest of her life, only to bring disaster upon herself and be left for dead in a mass grave. That night, rain poured down. A pair of pale jade hands, long since thought dead, slowly crawled out from among the corpses. She spat out the dirt in her mouth and opened her eyes. Dark as ink, they held peerless beauty. From that moment on, this chaotic dynasty was destined to be changed forever by Mo Hongzhuang! From the imperial court to the martial world, from the Eastern Sea to the lands of the four kingdoms, she traveled wherever she pleased. With slender silver needles and a hand that could turn the tide, she swept through this turbulent dynasty in red, living freely and joyfully! Her principle: “Now that I’ve been reborn, I intend to live freely and on my own terms. If anyone dares cross me, I’ll repay them with thousands upon thousands of times the pain. I’ll make them regret ever being born for the rest of their lives!” [A Memorable Scene] On their wedding night, desire filled the air. He abandoned his usual gentleness and indulgence, declaring possessively beside her ear, “Mo Hongzhuang, I claim you for life. In life, you’re mine; in death, you’re mine. Don’t ever think you can escape.” She hooked a finger into his sleeve, baring his firm chest. She leaned forward and licked his lips, her eyes hazy with desire and her voice dripping with deadly temptation. “Then what are you waiting for?” After a moment of surprise, he smiled with satisfaction, gently pressing her shoulders as their lips met. The red curtains fell, leaving the room steeped in springtime bliss.