The Poisonous Legitimate Daughter

Born into a noble household, she spent her life in a foolish stupor, only to be abandoned by everyone and die unjustly, full of hatred. Back then, she watched through tear-filled eyes as her younger brother was drowned in the pond, while her half-sister tortured her and nailed her into a living coffin. Now she smiled as she laid water-soaked paper, one sheet at a time, over her enemies’ faces. Everyone who had ever hurt, pained, or angered her would pay in blood! She had thought that turning from kind to cruel would scare everyone away. Yet one person remained steadfast. He took her bloodstained hand and pressed it to his beating heart. “Your hands are cold, my lady. Let me warm them for you.” Then he eased the sword from her hand. His tender affection turned to cold, murderous resolve as he cleared every obstacle from her path and devoted himself to her completely. She was puzzled, not knowing that the vow he had made long ago had finally blossomed into something real.