An Lingrong Reborn: Blessings from a Painted Scroll

[Empresses in the Palace fanfic, An Lingrong reborn at max level + an evil lop-eared bunny + tender moments between An, Huan, and Mei, with An in the lead + a handsome, doting, love-struck Emperor Yin Xiaosi + love and career in equal measure + revenge and raising children + a subtle scroll System] We are all struggling to survive. None of us will ever give up. Putting on a show of peace and deceiving ourselves is no better than gazing at the ocean and sighing, swept backward again and again by the tide. I acknowledge my ambition and desire, and I will work hard to achieve them. An Lingrong Reborn: An Ambitious Woman She is determined to stand above everyone, looking down on all who belittled her and slaughtering everyone who poisoned her. Reborn in an instant, she meets old acquaintances once more. In this life, she wants it all: sisterhood, power, and status. She never expected Yin Zhen to become such a handsome man, but after glimpsing a fragment of her past in a dream, he clung to her from then on. She schemes up "weeping by a dry well," "food that prevents pregnancy," "a mother poisoning her child," and "a false pregnancy made real"... The Empress loses the Emperor's favor forever and falls from her phoenix throne. Hua Fei loses her power overnight and learns what it means to be kicked while down. Cao Qinmo loses custody and dies with regrets. Consort Li takes the blame for another and meets a sorry end... Rong, Huan, and Mei support one another and grow old together. On the night of the Phoenix Chariot, she has never had an Emperor Xiaosi this good. On a rainy night at Broken Jade Pavilion, Zhen Huan wraps her arms around An Lingrong's waist, eyes red, and calls her "Sister An." At the Chrysanthemum Hall, Meizhuang rubs her temples as she handles official business and watches Lingrong smile among the flowers. They raise the swaddled child to the highest seat and bury their crimes in hell. A life that should have ended without issue becomes a happy one from beginning to end. In this life, Lingrong stands above them all. Love can make thorns bloom; hatred can bring towers crashing down. May you live freely as...