The chancellor's daughter was gentle and virtuous, and gave her heart to Prince Cheng, only to love in vain.
She supported him for eight years and became empress, the mother of all under heaven.
She helped him quell unrest at home and repel threats from abroad, making herself the enemy of every high-ranking official. She spent five years praying for blessings at the Nüwa Temple. When she returned, another beauty was already by his side.
Of her three children, one died, one was injured, and one went mad. The Hua family was falsely accused of plotting treason, and every last member was executed.
Hua Wuyu never imagined that the love she had given so devotedly would be wasted. Twelve years of marriage had been nothing but a joke. From beginning to end, she had been a pawn used to help him ascend the throne.
Lou Xuanyu: “Out of respect for the years we were husband and wife, I won't kill you. Spend the rest of your life in the Cold Palace.”
A domineering woman stood in the Cold Palace. “Now that the empress has no more use, she should go where she belongs.”
Raising her knife, Hua Wuyu swore a bitter oath: If there is a next life, I will have my revenge!
She returned to the age of sixteen, before anything had happened. The Hua family was still intact, and she was still the concubine-born daughter of the chancellor's family, with a life free of sorrow ahead of her.
Her father's first wife wanted to use her, the legitimate daughter of the chancellor wanted to make her a stepping stone, and the eldest daughter of the Mei family acted like her friend. Would that scoundrel try his seduction on her again?
She had a great revenge to exact, and the chancellor's household also needed her to take charge. The land of the Southern Kingdom needed a change of fortune, too. This time, everything would start anew, and she'd see who could cry the prettiest tears.
When she turned around, the mysterious Imperial Preceptor in a mask removed it, revealing a peerless face. “I'll trade an empire stretching thousands of miles for your incomparable grace!”
