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Thrust into a political marriage as a 'dimwitted substitute bride', she entered the manor of the terminally ill, rumored-mad Prince. On their wedding night, her dagger pressed against his chest under the moonlight, eyes blazing with vengeance: 'Repay the Blood Moon Massacre debt from ten years ago.' But armored guards emerged from behind the screen—the 'dying' prince had laid his own trap. As crimson frost coated the courtyard, his bloodstained fingers traced her tear-streaked face: 'Your clan slaughtered mine. Whose blade are you now?' Beneath the blood-hued moon, two avengers' love and hatred ignited, burning through thirty-three layers of deceit.
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