Death of Loved Ones
The False Princess
Two years after my daughter’s death, I traveled to the capital.
The people there asked me, “Who are you looking for?”
I replied, “I am looking for my child’s father. His name is Shen Zhao.”
Everyone laughed. They said Shen Zhao was the capital’s premier noble scion.
“He is Princess Xunyang’s Prince Consort now,” they said. “How could someone like you harbor such delusions?”
I laughed, too.
Good. Because the one I intend to kill is precisely the Prince Consort.
Killing Words
At our wedding, I whispered something in my husband’s ear.
Upon hearing it, he suffered a total breakdown and leaped to his death right then and there.
After he died, countless people-including the police-asked me what I had said.
I remained silent.
Five years later, while I was living in poverty, someone tracked me down. They offered a massive reward, wanting to buy those words from me.
He wanted to know exactly what kind of sentence could kill a man.
In that moment, I was overcome with excitement.
The person I had been waiting for had finally arrived.
