Twelve years in the palace, securely seated as empress, never once defeated.
That’s because I share the emperor’s senses. If I hurt, he hurts. If I die, he dies too.
I’m his precious darling, his little sweetie!
But recently, the empress dowager returned from Mount Wutai. She ordered me to pay my respects at dawn and dusk, stand and serve her every day, and even kneel to wash her feet.
I’m tired. I don’t want to live anymore.
I glanced at the pillar across from me and charged into it with a crash. At court, the emperor’s head split open in an instant, blood streaming everywhere.
