When Wei Yanwan opened her eyes again, she found herself in the familiar yet shabby flower house. The pungent fragrance of flowers left her dazed, and memories swept over her like a raging tide. She had been reborn, returned to a time before she had truly entered the struggles of the imperial harem. At the same time, in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Jinzong also jolted awake from a dream. He touched his own face, disbelief flashing in his eyes. He, too, had been reborn. Wei Yanwan stared at her rough hands as scenes from her previous life surfaced before her. She remembered how she had climbed her way up from a lowly palace maid, resorting to every means at her disposal, only to meet such a wretched end. She clenched her fists,
