After I Was Reborn, I Buried Xue Pinggui with My Own Hands

Reborn, I buried Xue Pinggui with my own hands

I was reborn on the eve of Xue Pinggui’s expedition to Xiliang.

In my previous life, I guarded a humble cave dwelling for eighteen years, stripping every wild vegetable from the land within ten miles.

But the man who finally returned home brought with him a princess of Xiliang and their son.

He made me empress, praising me as virtuous and worthy of serving as a model to all women.

Yet on the night of the coronation, he granted me a cup of poison. “Baochuan, Daizhan can’t let you live.”

This time, I smiled as I straightened his armor. “May you win great glory, husband.”

But once I turned away, I threw three secret letters into the brazier:

One to the King of Xiliang, revealing Xue Pinggui’s marching route;

One to my father, telling him to deploy the Chancellor’s hidden agents;

One to Princess Daizhan: “This man is ambitious. Be on your guard.”

In the bronze mirror, my smile was ice-cold. “Let the show begin.”