I jolted upright in bed, gasping for breath, my forehead beaded with fine sweat. Before me were a carved bed that felt both familiar and strange, elegant gauze curtains, and an incense burner giving off a faint fragrance. I instinctively looked at my hands. They were slender and delicate, unmistakably the hands of my fourteen-year-old self. "I... was reborn?" I murmured, my voice full of disbelief. Memories surged back like a tide, the pain and humiliation of my past life flashing through my mind. I had poured my heart and soul into winning over Zong Si, the heir of Prince Xuan's household, the shared ideal beloved by all the noble young ladies. That
