Her blood-red skirts were soaked with the grievances of her past life. She returned reborn, treading over the bones of her enemies.
At the instant a shard of porcelain pierced her throat, Nian Shilan heard the crisp crack of her neck breaking. Sweet, metallic blood surged into her nose. The last thing she saw was the hem of the Empress's skirt, embroidered with golden pheasants, slowly crushing the mandarin-duck earrings the Emperor had personally bestowed upon her.
