Recklessly Claiming Springtime Joy

[Villainess + real and fake heiress + everyone grovels + no forgiveness] Rong Wang, the notorious young troublemaker who ruled Shangjing City, met Pei Sangzhi at a birthday banquet in the Yongning Marquis’s residence, where she was setting fire to the ancestral shrine. They say the tough fear the ruthless, and the ruthless fear those who don’t care if they live or die. But he was no ordinary man. He had a particular fondness for fearless troublemakers who stirred up chaos. Otherwise, what would be the point of living in a city as vast as Shangjing? He and Pei Sangzhi didn’t have to be a perfect couple, but they had to be the terrifying pair that ghosts themselves feared.

…Pei Sangzhi, the real daughter of the Yongning Marquis’s family, was reborn. She came back on the very day her face was disfigured. In her previous life, after being brought back to the family, she endured humiliation and torment, always giving in. When Pei Mingzhu was robbed while out on a springtime excursion beyond the city and didn’t return for the whole night, the marquis’s family tried to protect Pei Mingzhu’s reputation. They first announced that she had been the one abducted, then forced Pei Sangzhi to write a blood oath, cut off her hair, and enter a convent. Only on the verge of death did she finally see the truth. She dragged the whole family down with her, paying for it with her life. But she had been far too spineless!

This time, she would change her fate and take revenge, starting by setting fire to the ancestral shrine. She would cast aside her family ties, climb to the top, avenge her blood feud, and make the world serve her, becoming a towering tree with a canopy that spread to the sky. Who could have imagined that after she cast them aside, her parents and brothers would kneel and beg for forgiveness? What did she care! Pei Sangzhi already had Rong Wang, whose heart and eyes held only her. She set the fire, and Rong Wang kept watch. She killed, and Rong Wang handed her the knife. Being loved with unwavering devotion made her grow strong and whole.

Rong Wang: “The Yan grass is green as silk, the Qin mulberry droops its green branches.”

Pei Sangzhi: “It’s not that I’m a slave to beauty. The flowers are in full bloom, and it would seem boorish not to admire them.”