On the day I died, my husband cut open my stomach with his own hands and took away our unborn child. He said, "You owe Sheng Ruxue this." I floated in the air, watching him use my bones and blood to refine the medicine for True Daughter. Watching them prepare for the wedding, watching my hibiscus hairpin being replaced by a peony hairpin. No one remembers that eighteen years ago, it was the Prime Minister's Office that forcibly took me away from my biological parents. Eighteen years later, they personally pushed me into hell again. Until the bowl of poison mixed with medicine caused Sheng Ruxue's face to start to fester...
