Perhaps angels were not sacred...
After spending a year deep within the Heaven Dou imperial palace, Qian Renxue had the thought for the first time with painful clarity.
Having grown up in Spirit Hall's sanctuary, she had been raised on stories of angelic glory.
Back then, she had believed that those who bore the Angel Clan's bloodline ought to be open and upright, flawless and pure.
It had been the firmest belief of her entire childhood, sustaining her through countless lonely, helpless days and nights.
But after coming to the Heaven Dou Empire, everything changed.
There was no gentle holy light of the sanctuary here, no strict cultivation discipline—only endless schemes and mutual deception.
There was no familial affection within the imperial family. Beneath everyone's smiling face lay thoughts of harming others. Power swept everyone along, and once caught within it, she had no choice but to abandon purity.
For Spirit Hall's grand plan, and to secure the hard-won position of crown prince, she had personally killed the real Xue Qinghe.
That had been a living, breathing life.
He had been about her age, and should have enjoyed a noble status and a peaceful life. Yet because of her mission, he had died silently in the shadows of the deep palace, his body undiscovered and the truth unknown.
The matter weighed upon Qian Renxue's heart, tormenting her day and night.
She had rarely even argued with others before. Since childhood, she had strictly observed the Angel Clan's rules and kept the ideals of holiness and kindness close to heart.
But now, her hands were stained with blood.
And this was only the beginning.
To secure her position as heir and complete her infiltration mission, she would have to eliminate every other prince standing in her way, as well as every