In the sixteenth year of Ding’an, the second young lady of the Wei residence was wrongfully accused and imprisoned. Until her death, she never escaped the label of mu*derer.
After she died, her soul wandered the world for years before she learned that day had not only been her nightmare, but part of a vast conspiracy.
…
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself half an hour before the injustice began.
Under the blazing sun, she stared at the bronze-wooden door that would decide her fate, then turned away decisively and chose another path.
“Miss, where are you going? Third Miss has been waiting for you at the back mountain for quite some time!” The maid tried anxiously to stop her, her voice growing sharp. “You mustn’t go any further! That’s the Crown Prince’s private residence. He is temperamental, cruel, and bloodthirsty. If you trespass, you’ll die!”
Wei Nian remained unmoved.
So what?
Compared to the people around her, that man seemed far kinder.
After all, on the last day of her life, he was the one who left her with a final shred of dignity.
(Credit : Sakai Yuji)