In the Kingdom of Moonfall, the moon was shrouded by dark clouds, and a chilling wind swept through the desolate streets, creating an eerie silence that sent shivers down the spine.

Five miles outside the city, in a chaotic burial ground, three men had just finished moving the last corpse. They rubbed their hands together, shook off the cold, and then, as if drawn by some unseen force, they all turned towards a young girl.

The girl pressed her thin lips together, her eyes tightly shut. If not for the terrifying birthmark that covered half her face, she would have been a rare beauty in this world.

"What a pity," one of the men murmured, his eyes filled with lust as he repeatedly stroked the birthmark on the girl's face, as if trying to erase it.

"Let's get this over with and get out of here," another man said, equally captivated by the girl but wary as he glanced around. "This place gives me the creeps."

Without further ado, the three men leaned in, intent on committing their vile acts in this sinister place.

Suddenly, the girl's eyes snapped open!

Her gaze was like venom, fixed unwaveringly on the three men above her. Her heart began to beat slowly, and her cold, lifeless body gradually warmed.

Her fingers twitched, and a pale smile curled at the corners of her lips.

Crack!

One man's eyes widened in shock, his disheveled head jerked backward, and in an instant, he was dead!

Thud! Thud!

Two stones pierced through the hearts of the other two men with deadly precision.

Blood splattered, spraying onto the girl's face. At that moment, she resembled a demon of the night, terrifying and unstoppable.

In a daze, memories flooded back, and the young girl clutched her head in agony.

She was Ye Qing, an internationally renowned assassin who had met an untimely death, only to be inexplicably reborn into the body of a young girl who shared her name.

Slowly rising to her feet, Ye Qing’s lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile. On her wedding night, the original owner of this body had been murdered by her half-sister, Ye Lan, who then took her place in the marital bed.

While Ye Lan reveled in her deceit, Ye Qing stood amidst the eerie and desolate mass grave, her feet planted firmly on the corpses of the dead.

In the distance, a horse whinnied nervously. With swift precision, Ye Qing decapitated three men and tied their heads to the horse’s saddle.

Blood splattered across the ground and soaked her clothes, causing the horse to grow even more restless.

At the entrance of the general’s mansion, the character for "double happiness" glowed brightly, symbolizing the union of a new couple.

Ye Qing, carrying the three heads, left a trail of blood as she silently approached the newlyweds’ chamber. With a cold, pale smile, she hurled the heads into the room where the treacherous pair lay.

The laughter inside ceased abruptly. Within seconds, piercing screams shattered the silence of the night.

Hearing the cries, Ye Qing’s smile grew colder. She vaulted over the wall, mounted her horse, and rode back to the Minister’s residence—her home.

As she pushed the door open, Ye Lan’s mother, Madam Lin, was barking orders at a servant, her demeanor as haughty as if she were the mistress of the house.

Feeling the icy wind, Madam Lin frowned and looked up, only to…

"Ah—"

Her scream startled the birds resting in the shadows, sending them fluttering into the night. The sound of their wings beating against the rustling leaves created an eerie symphony.

"A ghost! A ghost!" Madam Lin shrieked, fleeing in terror without a care for her dignity.

In the darkness of the night, Ye Qing was drenched in blood. Her once dazzling star-like eyes now gleamed with a venomous intensity. Her lips, pale and tightly pressed together, contrasted sharply with the faint red birthmark on her cheek, making her appear like a vengeful ghost come to claim a life.

The servant trembled at the sight before him, then scrambled away, following Madam Lin's hurried footsteps.

"Hmph!" Ye Qing sneered coldly, stepping through the grand gates of the Minister's residence.

"Qing'er, is that you?" Madam Yun emerged from the shadows, dressed in mourning white. As she took in Ye Qing's bloodied appearance, tears welled up in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks one by one. "What... what happened? Weren't you at the General's mansion? Why are you covered in blood? Did... did something happen?"

Her voice, choked with sobs and trembling with emotion, brought a rare warmth to the otherwise merciless night.

In her past life, Ye Qing had always been alone. Family ties were nothing but a burden, a luxury she could never afford. Yet now, as she looked into Madam Yun's tear-filled eyes, brimming with concern, her once hardened heart softened unexpectedly.

Ye Qing stiffened in Madam Yun's embrace, her voice flat. "I'm fine."

"What exactly happened?" A stern voice cut through the air.

Ye Qing looked up to see Ye Huai, her father, his brow furrowed as he scrutinized her blood-soaked figure, as if trying to decipher the truth. But eventually, his expression softened into one of worry.

"Father," Ye Qing stepped out of Madam Yun's arms, her pale lips pressed into a thin line, a glint of bloodlust flashing in her eyes. "Ye Lan framed me, then climbed into Long Hao's bed."

"Is this true!?" Ye Huai exclaimed in shock, while Madam Yun covered her mouth, her face a mask of disbelief.

Ye Qing's pale lips curled into a cold smile as she stared into the endless night, her eyes filled with venom.

Of course, it was true. Otherwise, how would Ye Qing have died? And how would she have come to be here?

But now that she was here, the enemies of this body were her enemies as well.

"Father, where do you think this blood on me came from?" Her icy voice pierced through the air, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

Ye Huai instinctively asked, "Where?"

"The mass grave," Ye Qing enunciated each word slowly. Madam Yun nearly fainted upon hearing this.

If Ye Qing hadn't reacted quickly to catch her, Madam Yun would have collapsed to the ground right then and there.