After I Was Reborn from the Brothel, What Are You All Afraid Of?

As she coughed up blood and died on the filthy bed of a brothel, the rancid stench of venereal disease filled her nostrils.

All fifteen years of humiliation and torment were because of the man named Ruan Jun. He bought her for a hundred taels and claimed to love her, yet let his first wife torment her in a thousand different ways before selling her into a brothel!

Given another life, she steps into the Ruan residence once more.

The carved beams and painted rafters are unchanged. Her callous lover stands before her, and the grime of her past life's blood still clings beneath her fingernails.

Yan Zhixue lowers her eyes, hiding the boundless hatred within. When she looks up again, she is all seductive charm.

The thousand coquettish ways and countless tricks she was forced to learn in the brothel were once knives that carved into her heart. Now they will be ropes to drag her enemies to their deaths.

She gracefully bends her knees, her fingertips seemingly brushing his lapel as she speaks in a soft voice steeped in poison: "My lord, would you like me to attend to you?"

In this life, she will make Ruan Jun watch as his virtuous wife is disgraced and everything he cherishes turns to ashes.

She will take her revenge with her own hands and make them pay double. This bewitching ghost, returned from the flames, will drag everyone who wronged her in her past life into the deepest hell!