I transmigrated into the body of a paper figurine in a Tang Dynasty witchcraft case.
Li Chengqian, the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, held me between his fingers and sneered. “I intend to curse the entire world.”
Later, his coup failed, and he crushed my paper body in the imperial prison.
With his final breath, he whispered tenderly, “In the next life, I won't be a crown prince. I'll be your husband.”
Tears streaming down my face, I burned through all my spiritual power to defy fate and change his destiny.
When we started over, he really did become the top scholar in the imperial examinations, and came to beg for my hand, his eyes red.
On our wedding night, as he lifted my veil, madness simmered in his eyes. “In this life, I'll offer you my empire as a bride price.”
