Shattered Bead

At my coronation ceremony, I leaped from the city wall.

My magnificent, lavish empress's robes were stained with blood as they fell into the snow, leaving the entire court stunned.

My obsession kept me lingering in the mortal world. I saw the young emperor, his eyes red, standing in my memorial hall. In a low voice, he repeated his question, word by word, as if speaking to himself.

"Baozhen, you were already empress. What more could you possibly want?"

"Yes, what more could I possibly want?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.