You Slaughtered My Entire Family? The Reborn Matriarch Kills Her Husband as an Offering to Heaven

Rong Yuan woke from a nap to find herself living in a nightmare: her husband, Lu Qingyan, was about to present forged evidence of the Rong family's treason to the imperial court.

In her dream, she had watched with her own eyes as her father's corpse was exposed on the city wall, her mother hanged herself in the imperial prison, and the entire Rong family was slaughtered on the execution ground.

When she woke, the memorial was already in her hands.

For the first time in three years of keeping her head down as the heir's wife, she felt the urge to kill. She brought down an inkstone, and her gentle, refined husband fell into a pool of blood.

But as she buried the body late that night, a man in the tree called out with a laugh, "Madam, need a hand?"

He was Eleven, Lu Qingyan's twin bodyguard, raised by his family as a shadow for twenty years.

The same face, but a completely different kind of madness.

He helped her finish him off. He helped her bury the body. Then he walked through the marquis residence's front gate wearing that same face. "Sister-in-law, from now on, I'll be your husband."

Rong Yuan tightened her grip on the dagger in her sleeve and asked with a smile, "Is there anything in this world more terrifying than killing your husband?"

There was. Killing one husband, only for an even crazier one to come along.