The Sick and Legitimate Daughter Was Killed Across the Capital

The day she woke up from the coffin, Su Yunqing understood one thing - everyone in this capital wanted her dead. The stepmother cried heartbrokenly in front of her soul, holding her jade bracelet in her hand. The stepsister flirted with her fiancé in front of her coffin, discussing "helping from the side." A bowl of soothing soup almost sent her away, and a post-mortem report of "sudden emergency" was the complete account of her mother's silence ten years ago. But she won't die. She is the master of the secret pavilion, and the "Buddha" whom the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty admire. Coughing blood, she fought her way from the side courtyard back to the main hall, from the Silk House to the imperial prison, and from Baiyun Nunnery to the imperial hall. Those who had harmed her, those who owed her mother debts - she wanted to get them back one by one, without sparing any of them. Until that powerful man stood in front of her, looked into her eyes and said—— "Your illness is real. But you are fake." Nine thousand year old Pei Wuyan. The living king of hell who kills without blinking an eye. He examines her work, pursues her clues, and lights a lamp for her in front of her mother's grave. He said: We are settled, and from now on, I will take care of this case for you. But Su Yunqing knew that from the moment he looked over, some things could no longer be calculated. The world is a game, and people's hearts are like sons. We will play chess until death.