The prince consort brought back a pair of twins, a boy and a girl, and asked me to raise them with all my care.
In my previous life, I treated them as my own.
My adopted son rose to the highest office, while my adopted daughter became empress.
But once they gained power, they demoted me to a criminal slave and made me wish I were dead.
They said I had forced their birth mother to become a concubine, leaving her to live in humiliation.
On the day my prince consort married his first wife, I knelt barefoot in the snow, wearing only a thin robe, and watched their family of four reunite.
Now that I have lived my life over again, before the prince consort can ask me to raise his children, he sees that I already have a baby boy in my arms.
Gold and silver locks are so miserable, how good it is to live