Miss Xue was renowned for both her beauty and her talent. At sixteen, she married the man of her dreams, and for three harmonious years, they shared a loving life together. Her husband then achieved the highest honors in the imperial examinations. Yet while his glory grew, her status did not. Ambitious for rank and wealth, he saw her as an obstacle on his path to marrying a princess and ruthlessly disposed of her, killing both wife and child. The spoiled princess mocked her at her deathbed: “Your beauty and intellect are unmatched, but in the end, you are merely the daughter of a lowly official. Crushing you is as easy as squashing an ant!” Her reputation destroyed and driven to despair, she took her own life. Her younger brother, seeking justice, fell victim to the powerful, and her father, struck by grief at the tragic news, soon followed them to the grave. In the forty-second year of the Hongxiao era, the most beautiful woman in the capital, Xue Fangfei, perished. Yet her soul was reborn in the body of Jiang Li, the drowned daughter of the Grand Preceptor. Stepping into the halls of a powerful noble family, she found herself amidst endless schemes and corruption, surrounded by all manner of demons and monsters, both literal and figurative. She met every challenge with equal ferocity, answering tooth for tooth and eye for eye. Her once gentle heart had grown sharp as a blade. Jiang Li swore she would never again be trampled like dust. In this life, she would redress the wrongs of her family and avenge the blood debts that stained her past! He was the youngest Duke in the Northern Yan, wild, strikingly beautiful, and unpredictable, with a fondness for collecting rare and exotic flowers from all corners of the land. Everyone said the Grand Preceptor’s second daughter, Miss Jiang, was pure and adorable, her character noble and pristine, as unsullied as a white lotus. Dressed in dazzling red, he smiled and retorted, “A white lotus? She’s no such thing—she’s a man-eating flower that doesn’t even spit out bones.” Jiang Li replied, “Your Grace, be careful not to get hurt.” Ji Heng answered, “With such a fierce man-eating flower, of course I must bring her home to guard my household.” A rebellious beauty and a noble lady—he, the beguiling troublemaker; she, the white lotus in disguise. Together, strong and unyielding, they would conquer the world and leave it trembling in their wake. Are you afraid yet? Please support the official release!
May. Just after late spring, the weather grew impatiently hot.
Sunlight scorched the land of Yanjing, and even the street vendors hid beneath the shade of trees. In such oppressive heat, young masters and ladies from prominent families were unwilling to step outside and suffer the sun’s torment. Only laborers and the poor, carrying chilled rice wine soaked in well water, braved the heat, weaving through gambling houses and tea gardens, hoping that thirsty and weary patrons would spend five copper coins for a bowl—enough to buy another sack of rice, cook two more pots of porridge, and sustain three more days of toil.
On a corner in the east of the city stood a brand-new residence, its plaque hung high, the center dazzling with the golden characters “Achieved Top Honors”—the residence and its sign bestowed by Emperor Hongxiao upon the new top scholar, a symbol of the highest glory. For a scholar to receive such an honor, the whole household would weep in gratitude to their ancestors.
New residence, imperial plaque, and a busy courtyard filled with bustling servants—yet within, the house was chillingly cold, in stark contrast to the blazing summer outside. Perhaps it was the ice blocks brought in to cool the rooms, but the further one walked toward the wall-side rooms, the colder it became.
Outside the last room by the wall sat three people: two young maids in pink gauze robes, and a plump middle-aged matron. On the stool before them lay a plate of red melon seeds and a pot of sour plum soup. As they snacked, their idle chatter seemed more carefree t