They all say I caused His Majesty’s death.
But if I really had that kind of power, the first person I’d kill
would be the chancellor who sent me to the palace in a phoenix carriage all those years ago.
In the throne room, I listened to the ministers wailing and found it all terribly noisy.
Reborn, I went from a demon consort who brought ruin to the nation to a regent empress dowager who ruled from behind the curtain.
The general who once cursed me as a seductress now kneels and begs me to send troops to his rescue.
The emperor who once banished me to the cold palace
now sits on a chilly throne that has become my son’s plaything.
The trembling court historian asks me, “Your Majesty, the late emperor’s posthumous title…”
I stroke the late emperor’s cold forehead and smile.
“Write… ‘Mediocre.’”
In this life, I hold silk in my left hand and the fate of the realm in my right.
“Breaking the warp and severing the weft” is about more than silk. It is how I shape the court’s grand design.
I turn Jiangnan brocade into a means of conquest,
hiding a map of a million units of grain supplies inside a single painting, A Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers.
The ingenuity of traditional crafts can command the world’s respect.
At court, I turn the tides at will.
The loyal general who once cast me aside like trash
now fights for me on blood-soaked battlefields.
The wealthy Western Regions merchant who once treated me as a plaything
offers me an entire gemstone vein just to win a smile.
Shrewd strategists, passionate sailors…
Every beauty under heaven falls into my hands.
From the inner palace to the vast seas, from revenge to building a new future.
Watch how I, a woman, use the warp and weft at my fingertips
to weave a splendid realm
and forge a path that belongs to me alone:
the path to becoming an empress in my own right.
