Once she entered the palace gates, it was like plunging into a bottomless sea. The promises they made in their youth had been nothing but a grand dream, like Zhuang Zhou dreaming he was a butterfly. The boy became an emperor, and what had once been a vow to love only each other for a lifetime turned into a world of schemes and conspiracies. In the end, she had given her heart to the wrong man, lost her family, and watched her spirit die as her body was left broken...
The moment she leapt into the abyss, she let go of everything, including her love for him. But he regretted it!
Reborn from the ashes, she drew close to him again to exact her revenge. She played their games, planned every move, and turned herself into the kind of palace woman she had once despised most...
At last, treading across a field of bones, she stood before him once more, the tip of her sword at his throat. “You failed to kill me back then. Do you regret it?”
He looked at her with contentment, his eyes crinkling with a smile. “Ling'er, in life I belong to you, and in death I’ll be your ghost. You will always be my empress!”
