When Rong Yuan woke up, she found that she was living in a nightmare - her husband Lu Qingyan was about to submit perjury to the Jinluan Palace that the Rong family was collaborating with the enemy.
In her dream, she witnessed her father's body being exposed on the city wall, her mother hanging from a beam in the sky prison, and the entire Rong family being stained with blood at the execution ground.
When she woke up from the dream, the book was already in her hands.
The Crown Prince's wife, who had endured her anger for three years, had murderous intentions for the first time. An inkstone fell down, and the gentle and jade-like husband fell into a pool of blood.
But when she was burying the body late at night, the man on the tree smiled and said, "Madam, can you help me?"
Those were Lu Qingyan's twin secret guards—Eleven, who had been raised as a shadow by the family for twenty years.
Exactly the same face, completely different madness.
He repaired her wounds, he buried her body, and he walked into the gate of the Hou Mansion with that face on his face: "Sister-in-law, I will be your husband from now on."
Rong Yuan clenched the dagger in her sleeve and asked with a smile: Is there anything more terrifying in this world than killing your husband?
--Have. After killing a husband, another one comes even crazier.
