In my previous life, I was the Noble Consort's only child.
But because she was cold by nature, my father, her childhood sweetheart, grew to despise her. And because she was unpopular, the palace household treated her poorly, leaving us short of clothes and food.
I was sickly from birth. Without enough food or charcoal to keep warm, I fell gravely ill.
But the Noble Consort merely said,
“Qin'er is far too delicate. Children need to get sick now and then to grow strong.”
I struggled for half a month, then died in despair in the cold side hall.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my father wanted to send me to be raised by the Empress.
This time, I didn't refuse as I had in my previous life. Without hesitation, I kowtowed to my father and thanked him for his grace.
