I was reborn in the third year after dying in Xiao Che's arms. He held the body of Li Yue'e, the woman who had transmigrated, and cried like a child, saying I was the most vicious woman in the world. Then he ended the life of a wronged fool like me, his empress, with a cup of poisoned wine. When I opened my eyes, I was sixteen again, the day before the selection ceremony. The hole in my heart, burned into it by the poisoned wine, still throbbed. In my previous life, this was where I had used every trick in the book to stand out among the flowers and claim the throne as empress. I thought that was the beginning. I never imagined I was only making room for someone else. The empire I'd struggled to build, I handed over to