Five years of lonely vigil in the cold palace, then a bowl of tea bestowed by the emperor sent me to my death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the night before my coronation as empress. Phoenix crown and embroidered robes? Supreme sovereign? They were nothing but the first move in my revenge. This time, I would make the man who betrayed me watch his empire crumble for my sake, inch by inch. A searing pain gripped my throat. It felt as if an invisible hand were squeezing my organs, twisting and tearing them apart. As my consciousness blurred, I, Ulanara Ruyue, lay on the dilapidated bed in the cold palace, still covered by the same old cotton quilt from five years ago, now stiff and crusted. Outside, the north wind howled, whipping snowflakes through the hole in the ragged paper covering the window
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