I’m reborn as the daughter of a discarded concubine in the Cold Palace, and the moment I open my eyes, I’m sentenced to drink poison.
As my birth mother raises the cup with tears in her eyes, I scream inwardly: [Mother, don’t drink! Father only issued that order because he’s been bewitched!]
A figure in imperial yellow suddenly drops from the rafters and knocks the poisoned wine away.
The tyrant lifts me, swaddled in my blanket, and sneers. “Where is the sorcerer’s worm?”
I’m so scared I wet all over him: [It’s clinging right above your head, you idiot!]
The entire court watches in shock as the sorcerer’s worm attends court on the tyrant’s head.
He hides a knife in his sleeve and asks me, “My dear daughter, which minister should we kill today?”
