Jade Level Killing

She is a ghost crawling back from hell, wearing the skin of a docile maid, and making every move. He is a powerful king. He seems cold and aloof, but he always has a humble maid by his side. Day by day, she saw appreciation, indulgence, and even a rare warmth in his eyes. Ridiculous. How can this false warmth be worth the blood feud? The poisonous wine is prepared, and the murderous intention is determined. But when he gently swirled the wine glass and pushed it in front of her, the sigh was so light that it seemed like an illusion: "You hate me so much?" In this approach in the name of revenge, who drowned in false tenderness first?