Reborn as the Legitimate Daughter in Golden Brocade

That year, you swore you would never let down the ten years I spent pining for you. Later, you became king and sat upon your high throne, while I could only gaze through tearful eyes as you held her close.

That year, you promised that if I entered the palace as your consort, you would cherish me until our hair turned white. But on our wedding night, the king was nowhere to be found, and I was left alone, waiting beneath the bridal curtains for you to come.

That year, you promised that once you united the realm, you would dismiss your three thousand concubines and repay me without regret. Later, with the realm at peace, you sent me in a hundred miles of bridal finery into his arms. You toured Phoenix Terrace with her, while I sat alone in my empty bridal sedan, left to ponder the splendor you had promised me.

That year, you promised that in our next life, we would be childhood sweethearts again, innocent and carefree, and that you would love me faithfully for all time. Later, a strip of white silk and a cup of poisoned wine left me buried beneath the earth...