“I lived for twenty years. I spent the first half of my life raised at the feet of Buddha, and the second half enjoying all the splendor of the imperial family. Yet after I died, they hung my body above the palace gates for all to see, where even street beggars could spit on me and curse me.”
“My father abandoned me, my husband betrayed me, my younger brother hated me, and my half sister trampled on me. The court historians called me a Ning, condemned me for violating moral decency and helping someone rebel, and declared me unfit to be the Crown Prince’s principal consort and undeserving of burial in the imperial mausoleum.”
“If I could live a second life, I’d make every false charge against me come true. I’d show my father that the dukedom is worth less than a damn. I’d show the Crown Prince that the imperial mausoleum is worth less than a damn. I’d show my younger brother that inheriting the title is nothing but a pipe dream. And I’d show my half sister that whoever wants that damn title of Crown Princess can have it!”
