Wei Yingluo reborn for vengeance, she is a ghost in her own skin, navigating the treacherous court with a chilling smile as she dismantles the lives of those who betrayed her. But in the palace's forgotten corners, she meets another outcast the "crippled" Crown Prince, a man who sees the storm behind her eyes and recognizes it as his own. A forbidden connection, whispered under the moon's cold eye, begins to bloom. This new love is a dangerous warmth, a beautiful and terrifying prison that threatens to melt the icy hatred that fuels her, forcing her to question what she truly wants: retribution for the dead, or a future with the living.

The air in the garden was still heavy with Li Xun's cold presence long after Yingluo had departed. His final words, "You did well," echoed in her mind, not with warmth, but with the terrifying weight of expectation. It was not praise; it was an anointment. She was no longer a ghost in his machine; she was the hand that guided the blade.


Chapter 62 - Chapter 62: The Weight of a Single Word(一字之重)