The Imperial Consort Comes from the Underworld, and a Hundred Ghosts Flee

She is a wronged spirit who has haunted a mass grave for three hundred years, her bones buried beneath an old locust tree, her resentment hardened into a deadly force. He is a prince, yet a fiend who fought his way back from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Cold-faced and ruthless, he specializes in the capital’s most uncanny supernatural cases. She is the wronged spirit beneath the locust tree; he is a human demon. A marriage contract forcibly binds a living man and a ghost as husband and wife. He investigates cases; she investigates her vengeance. He doesn’t believe in ghosts and gods, yet the cool, yin aura about her never fails to make his heart tremble. She is full of resentment, yet can’t help craving the warmth of the living in his arms. By day, they share a bed but dream different dreams, constantly at odds. By night, undercurrents surge and unspoken desire grows. One bloody case after another, one layer of buried grievances after another. When the truth finally comes to light, the spirit who crossed three hundred years turns out to be the one and only weakness, and obsession, of this cold-blooded fiend. A man and a ghost, made for each other.