As she coughed up blood and died on the filthy bed of a brothel, the putrid stench of venereal disease filled her nostrils.
Fifteen years of humiliation and torment, all because of a man named Ruan Jun. He bought her for a hundred taels and swore he loved her, yet let his legal wife torment her in a thousand different ways before selling her into a brothel!
Given another life, she returned to the Ruan household.
The carved beams and painted rafters were unchanged. Her heartless lover stood before her, and the grime of her past life's blood still clung beneath her fingernails.
Yan Zhixue lowered her eyes to conceal her boundless hatred. When she looked up again, she was all alluring charm.
The countless charms and tricks she had been forced to learn in the brothel had once been knives carving into her heart. Now they would be the ropes that dragged her targets to their deaths.
She bent her knees gracefully, her fingertips seeming to brush his lapel as she murmured in a honeyed voice laced with poison, "My lord, would you like me to serve you?"
In this life, she would make Ruan Jun watch as his virtuous wife was disgraced, and as everything he treasured crumbled to ashes.
She would avenge her hatred with her own hands and make them repay their debts many times over. This bewitching ghost returned from the flames would drag everyone who had wronged her in her past life into the deepest hell!
That's it. I barely finished it. It's so short.