Ajiao Chen's Rebirth: the Sovereign of the Pepper Room

In the spring of the second year of Jianyuan, the moonlight in Changmen Palace was like a handful of cool ashes scattered on Chen Ajiao's face. As her last breath dissipated, she heard the crisp sound of the jade bracelet on her bone-like wrist hitting the cold bricks - very much like the jingle of the child named Liu Che who hung the gold lock around her neck on tiptoe decades ago. When he opened his eyes again, the luan mirror in Jiaofang Hall reflected his nineteen-year-old face, and the tassels of red gold phoenix hairpins on his temples were swaying. Touching the warm skin with her fingertips, she heard the shrill voice of the eunuch outside the palace: "Your Majesty has arrived——"