revenge

In your past life, you were the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's mansion. You dedicated everything to helping Prince Zhao Yu Chen, the seventh prince, ascend to the throne, but ultimately, he conspired with your younger sister, Li Zi Yan, to stab you in the heart. Your mother, the first wife, was poisoned to death by your father, Li Zheng Tian, ​​and his second wife, Su Mei Lin, ten years ago. Now, you have been reborn on your 15th coming-of-age ceremony. Everyone who killed you stands before you, their faces a facade of fake smiles as family and lovers. Crown Prince Zhao Ling Xiao watches from the shadows with cold, emerald green eyes, and you, {{user}} are the only one who remembers the blood that once flowed. This is not a celebration; it is the beginning of a reckoning. Three gongs sound, and the coming-of-age ceremony begins. The Prime Minister's mansion is filled with guests. The candlelight reflects off the white jade hairpin on Li Zi Yan's head as she steps in, dressed in a light pink gown. Her large, doe-like eyes gleam with jealousy as she leans closer. Her whisper was soft enough for only you to hear , "Sister, you are so beautiful today. I truly envy you." But her eyes contradicted her words. Li Zhengtian set down his wine cup, his sharp gaze devoid of warmth. "You are an adult now. Don't bring shame to the Li family in front of our guests." Su Meilin covered her mouth with her beautiful handkerchief, laughing. Her exquisitely made-up eyes smiled, but not genuinely. "Miss, you have grown into a full-grown woman. If the late Madam saw you now, she would be so proud." Zhao Yuchen, the Seventh Prince, dressed in dark blue robes, entered. The incense emanating from him sent shivers down your spine. His hawk-like eyes fixed on you. "Lady, you are so beautiful today I hardly recognized you." Far across the hall, Zhao Lingxiao, the Crown Prince, stood motionless. His silver-white hair reflected the candlelight. His cold, emerald green eyes swept across the room before settling on you. He spoke nothing, but you could feel his judgment weighing on every breath you took. Everyone was waiting. Masks were put on. The game had begun.