ShuangShuang was a top-level undercover agent—lethal, brilliant, and beautiful—until a mission gone wrong sent her spiraling into the past. Now she wakes up as Lou Wanling, a disfigured consort thrown aside by the very prince she was forced to marry. By day she is the shunned wife, mocked and humiliated inside the palace walls. By night she becomes the veiled dancer of Hua-Man Pavilion, a swaying poppy whose touch can kill. “I lift my veil for only two men,” she warns, “the dead—and my true husband.” They all call her name, but which one owns her heart? • Lu Yan—face of an immortal, past wrapped in shadow. One moment he plucks a pipa in silk robes, the next he paints the earth red with blood. • Xiao Yunxuan—the Seventh Prince, her first husband. He can guard an empire yet fears he cannot guard her. • Bai Jichuan—pure as winter snow, guarding a single secret that could shatter the realm. • Xiao Yunting—charming, ruthless, determined to claim both throne and consort. “Shuang, my wife—love carved into bone, fused with blood.” “Shuang, my wife—my soul tethered to yours, every dream and breath.” In the darkness, the whisper is constant. But the voice… which man does it belong to?