Empresses in the Palace: Reborn from the Ashes

The moment I open my eyes, I find myself back at sixteen, the year I was selected for the palace.

Consort Hua is still as domineering as ever, and the empress still wears a smile that hides a knife.

The emperor still looks at me with suspicion and calculation.

In this life, I will show no mercy.

Those who harmed my child, drove my family to their deaths, and condemned me to die

Not one of them will escape.

The familiar palace paths, the familiar red walls.

I gently brush the begonia in my hair. This time, I will make the palace tremble before me.