Meizhuang's Love

The imperial physician took my pulse and announced that I was pregnant. The entire palace came to congratulate me. I stroked my belly, smiling with gentle composure, while my heart remained ice-cold. In my previous life, this very “happy occasion” got me accused of faking a pregnancy. I was confined to Broken Jade Pavilion, my heart turned to ashes, and I became a laughingstock throughout the harem. This time, I accepted everything without question: the “pregnancy tonic” sent by the Empress and the sachet An Lingrong had sewn by hand. Just as they thought I was about to meet the same fate again, I sprayed a mouthful of “blood” in front of the Emperor. I didn't die. I had merely “suffered a miscarriage scare.” And all the suspicious things in my bedchamber that had supposedly “harmed” me pointed straight at An Lingrong, the new favorite. Everyone thought I was a fool, blinded by jealousy and making wild accusations. Only I knew that I had directed this whole performance myself. Others are reborn to avoid disaster. I was reborn to walk straight into the trap, then show them who the real hunter is.