The Reincarnated Emperor And His Scheming Concubine
THE ROAD TO REVENGE IS A MADMAN'S PARADISE. Betrayal, Love and Revenge are three qualities that sum up Yuan Liqiu and Xiang Ziwei's lives in a nutshell. The Luxurious Life of Yuan Liqiu, the only daughter of a silk merchant changes after her father and brothers are wrongfully accused of treason and executed. She is sold as a slave to Banxi Pavilion and is trained to become a Dancer. Filled with the unyielding thirst for revenge, Yuan Liqiu makes a deal with Nie Shaoqing the son of the men responsible for her father's death and the leader of the blood Lotus society. Xiang Ziwei the Emperor of Western Liang lost everything in one day. After he was betrayed and killed by his wife and younger brother. He develops a deep-rooted grudge that is imprinted in his soul which prevents him from getting reborn. He wanders the world for years as a vengeful spirit, stuck in the land of the living but with the bonds binding him to the other side holding firm. Nearly two decades after his death, he is summoned by the sickly Concubine-born son of the Nie Family, Nie Shaoqing. Who at his death's bed offers his body to Xiang Ziwei as the Price for his revenge. Xiang Ziwei takes over the body of Nie Shaoqing, the son of the Duke Shenxiu The thirst for revenge brings Yuan Liqiu and Nie Shaoqing together. After overcoming many adversities, Nie Shaoqing and Yuan Liqiu gradually fall in love. Will they succumb to their feelings or give in solely to the madness of revenge.
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Kun county, in the outskirts of Qingyu, Western Liang.
In a rundown old house behind a booming rice farm, an old woman lay in the middle of a bed completely swaddled by thick blankets.
The room was dim as all the windows had been shut to keep the cold breeze away.
However even with the closed window and lit fire on the side. The old woman did not feel warm, she shivered on her bed.
Yin Hui picked up a warm blanket for the chair by the fire and after spreading it out placed it over her grandmother. The old woman's hands shook as she pulled the blanket closer.
Tears pulled in her eyes as her gaze fell on her granddaughter, Yin Hui's face always reminded her of her youngest daughter who had died at 13 years.
She weakly stretched out her hand and with a raspy voice said, "Hui'er, come closer".