Concubine Hua felt like she had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness, her body felt like it was being pierced by thousands of needles at the same time, and the pain was unbearable. Her life flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern. Those days of competing for favor, the overt and covert fights with Zhen Huan, and her heartfelt love for the emperor all turned into nothing. When she spit out the last mouthful of blood and her consciousness disappeared, she was filled with unwillingness.
