[Rebirth Declaration: Don't be a delicate flower, be a poisonous strain]
Those who crawl back from the abyss have already been covered in thorns and their bones have become steel.
The former An Lingrong is dead, dying in the bitter almonds of the cold palace.
Now that she was living her life again, she was shocked to realize: flattery cannot buy sincerity, and cowardice cannot protect her life. The wind in the Forbidden City always blows only to those who know how to stand on their own.
[Author's statement: I just want to give An Lingrong a decent ending]
