Na vida anterior, no terceiro ano de casamento, o marido trouxe de volta do fronte uma mulher, que acabou fugindo. O marido então iniciou uma busca desesperada pela esposa fugitiva, enquanto toda a família dela era injustamente condenada à execução. Somente após sua morte trágica Su Zhinian descobriu que ela não passava de uma peça usada pela mulher transmigrada para fazer com que seu marido vivesse o sofrimento de perder a esposa. Nesta nova vida, Su Zhinian retorna como um espírito vingativo vindo do inferno. O que importa se a melhor amiga também transmigrou? Se vier uma, ela mata uma; se vierem duas, ela mata as duas! O imperador é cruel e tirânico? Então ela tomará seu trono e destruirá seu império. Depois de expor a verdadeira face da mulher transmigrada, o homem indigno se arrepende amargamente, ajoelha-se no chão e implora: "Nian Nian, eu estava errado, por favor, volte para mim." Mas o poderoso e imponente Príncipe Deficiente a puxa para seus braços com arrogância, os olhos cheios de escárnio. "Que tipo de lixo ousa incomodar a consorte deste príncipe!"
"Su Zhinen! Are you going to tell me or not—where is Xixi?"
Her throat was gripped in a merciless hold, the air in her lungs being squeezed out bit by bit.
The suffocating pressure forced her to struggle instinctively.
Su Zhinen’s eyes flew open, meeting a pair of bloodshot, murderous eyes.
When she finally made out the person before her, she forced three words through clenched teeth.
"Gu Shijin!"
This man who had slaughtered her entire family—how dare he show his face before her?
Had she not dragged him to perish alongside her?
In that instant, a searing hatred erupted from her very core, startling Gu Shijin so much that he released her without thinking.
A heartbeat later—
A resounding slap cracked through the room.
A maid, clutching the wall for support, staggered to her feet, covering her mouth in shock at the scene before her.
Madam had actually slapped the general.
Gu Shijin was left stunned by the blow. Not until the taste of iron filled his mouth and he pressed his numb cheek did he realize it had truly happened.
"Su Zhinen, are you courting death?"
He should have known—this woman always wore a cold, aloof mask.
But in reality, she was vicious and ruthless!
Now that enemies met, the hatred was palpable.
Su Zhinen’s face was twisted with ferocity, her eyes brimming with boundless malice.
She seized a firewood stick nearby and, disregarding everything, began to rain blows upon Gu Shijin.
As if venting all her hatred an