In her past life, the so-called family who were supposed to be close to her told her, "Sister, I'll gladly take the throne as empress. What goes around comes around, don't you think?"
The husband who had supposedly shared her bed for decades told her, "I never loved you, not for a single moment. Just looking at you disgusts me. I only used you to gain your father's support. You didn't really think I loved you, did you?"
It turned out that all the sincerity and everything she had given over the years had been nothing but a joke to them.
She would remember this grudge from her past life. Even as a ghost, she would never let those two get away with this blood feud.
She swallowed a cup of poisoned wine and died with hatred in her heart.
When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the age of fourteen, before her marriage. Had she been reborn?
"Hahaha! Heaven has not forsaken me. Heh, Su Wan'er, Mo Ziqing, I'm back. It's time to settle the score for what you did in my past life."
From then on, she embarked on the path of revenge. But there was always someone getting in her way.
Standing before Su Siqiao was a tall, handsome man: none other than His Highness the Prince Ding, whom everyone said was ugly, frail, and incapable of looking after himself.
Mo Yuyan said with a wicked smile, "We have the same goal. Why not work together? I'll help you overthrow this dynasty, and you can become my wife. What do you say?"
Su Siqiao replied, "Isn't this your dynasty? You're going to overthrow it too?"