The Prince Consort’s carriage plummeted over the cliff. Even in his unconscious state, he still gripped his childhood sweetheart’s hand tightly, refusing to let go.
I replaced the doctor meant to save him with a Taoist priest who could bind souls, sealing his spirit within a jade pendant. I want him to see it with his own eyes.
I want him to see that the childhood sweetheart he yearns for is nothing but a fickle, unfaithful woman.
That the sister he protected with all his heart is a cold-blooded, ungrateful soul.
That the mother he respects and loves is a person who would abandon all honor for the sake of profit. Only this is the punishment he truly deserves.