I stand lazily atop a solid-gold coffin carried by sixteen men, eyeing the two pairs of phoenixes carved on its surface with their wings spread in flight. I look coldly at the former subjects of the Mu Kingdom, who are covering their faces and weeping without knowing the truth. This Empress Dowager only died yesterday. Where did they find such a lavish gold coffin in such a hurry? I glance back at the group of white-clad beauties following the coffin. I trained every one of them into an elite spy. As expected, when the birds are gone, the good bows are put away. I, the Empress Dowager, have been made out to have died in childbirth, with both mother and child dead. Naturally, they won't have a good ending either. Even though the Empress Dowager and everyone around her know perfectly well that I was never pregnant.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
