Jiang Jiyue spent a lifetime learning from her mistakes before realizing that beneath the gilded walls of wealth and splendor lay traps that devoured people alive.
She naively believed that her hardships were finally over when her husband, Wei Yexun, became crown prince and brought her into the palace.
Instead, she faced a concubine’s schemes and the grinding oppression of palace rules, meeting a tragic end full of bitterness and regret.
Reborn, she returned to the day she was brought into the residence. This time, she shed her weakness and planned every move carefully.
When the side consort pretended to offer her jewelry, she coldly locked it away at the bottom of a chest.
When the old consort tested and tormented her, she turned the tables with the excuse that she was “being frugal in the service of the prince.”
An empty set of accounts? She set a trap in return, forcing the wicked servants to kneel and beg her to take charge!
Wei Yexun panicked.
After regaining his memories, he had wanted to protect her from the hidden daggers of the Eastern Palace. But instead, he saw her standing in plain clothes among the noblewomen, poised and unbowed, her brilliance impossible to ignore.
The young wife who had once depended on him completely was now distant and cool, even in their most intimate moments.
He gritted his teeth and pulled her into his arms. “A Yue, no matter how dangerous the Eastern Palace gets, I will never fail you.”
Jiang Jiyue smiled faintly. “Your Highness, husband and wife should be of one heart? Why not start by clearing out the women filling your courtyard?”
In this life, she would not be an ivy clinging to a man. She would be the sharpest blade in the imperial palace!
