Jin Que Ci

Heavy snow covered the execution ground, and everyone in the Su family was beheaded. The father and brother were accused of treason, and their flesh and blood stained the streets; the old engagement was annulled, and the concubine turned to join the enemy. Su Qingyan held the cold poisonous wine and swallowed her hatred amidst thousands of cold eyes. The moment she closed her eyes, she only hoped that if there was an afterlife, she would make all her enemies pay with blood. When she opened her eyes again, she was back to the age of fifteen and the night before her haircut. The tragedies of her previous life were still vivid in her mind, and she thought that by holding on to her memory, she would be able to predict good and bad fortunes, lay down a dragnet, and liquidate her enemies one by one. But fate will not repeat itself. Because of her rebirth, things in the world have quietly shifted. There were large blind spots hidden in her past life experiences, and those past experiences that she believed to be true were full of misleading traps. Relying on memory makes it easier to end up in a dead end. She no longer hopes for the prince's favor or bets on the man's sincerity. The account book serves as the knife, and the evidence serves as the armor. He is alone in the conflicts of the aristocratic family and the turmoil in the court. Xie Yan, the shackles-ridden King of Jingyuan, who held all the power in the government and the public, met her on a narrow road. The two are confidants who can be trusted with each other's backs, and they are also rivals with opposing positions. Their affection grows, but they can never erase the responsibilities on their shoulders. Love is just a flower on the brocade. What she wants is never the second position, nor the sharing of mountains and rivers. She just wants to tear up the big lies, clear the Su family's great injustice, and want an upright and long-overdue justice.