Chen Ajiao Reborn: Supreme Lady of the Pepper Palace

In the spring of the second year of Jianyuan, the moonlight over Changmen Palace fell on Chen A Jiao's face like a handful of cold ashes. As her last breath faded, she heard the brittle clink of the jade bangle on her skeletal wrist striking the cold bricks. It sounded just like the jingle from decades ago, when a boy named Liu Che had stood on tiptoe and hung a golden lock pendant around her neck.

When she opened her eyes again, the luan mirror in Jiaofang Palace reflected her nineteen-year-old face. The pearl tassels hanging from the red-gold phoenix hairpin at her temple quivered. As her fingertips brushed her warm skin, she heard a eunuch call from outside the hall, “His Majesty has arrived!”