A concubina renasceu e não o persegue mais; o imperador sem herdeiros se arrepende amargamente.

A man's harsh, heavy breathing sounded in her ear as her clothes were torn open, a sudden chill making her shudder. Lin Qingwan opened her eyes from a deep sleep and gazed at the familiar face before her. Was this…? The day she gave herself to him in her previous life?

"Don't touch me, Chu Linyuan! I'll find you another woman!"

Seeing the man's bloodshot eyes, exactly as they had been in her past life, memories of being consumed by flames surged forth; this was the day all her misfortune began.

The man was burning hot all over. Sensing her resistance, he gripped her wrist with an irresistible force and pressed his lips fiercely against hers to silence her.

The dull pain beneath her brought tears to Lin Qingwan’s eyes. Had she not died in that fire? How could she have returned to this day again? Why not even one day earlier?

She couldn’t control the tears that streamed down her cheeks, leaving drops on the man’s arm. He paused, then kissed her tears with unexpected gentleness.

"Don’t be afraid. I’ll make you my consort. Whose daughter are you?"

The effects of the drug on Chu Linyuan ran deep; his mind was clouded, unable to distinguish her features, but her body—he was utterly enamored.

"I don’t want that. Let me go."

Taking advantage of his distraction, Lin Qingwan, unable to break free, remembered the agony of the previous life's flames. Hatred welled up as she bit down hard on his chest.

"How dare you hurt me? Do you believe I won’t kill you for this?