Peace to the Princess Consort of Prince Ning

What did it matter if flowers bloomed and the moon was full, if people lived long lives, or if mountains and rivers stood firm? She laughed at how many times life could bring sorrow. Blood dripped down, drop by drop, forming a trail of red along the road to the underworld. She had hated and schemed for a thousand years, but in the end, she still could not overcome love. So what if her soul scattered? She would consider it repayment for the thousand years he had kept her company. In this life, she only wanted to find out who was trying to harm her and her entire Xiahou family.

Life after life, she had grown cold toward him.