Being Reborn as the Empress Dowager Is an Absolute Blast

Before I was reborn, I was a lowly palace maid, condemned to die from poisoned wine in the cold palace.

When I opened my eyes again, I had become a young empress dowager, bedridden with illness, and the emperor was my "son" in name only.

Those who bullied and humiliated me in my previous life now knelt at my feet, trembling.

I lifted my bowl of bird's nest porridge and smiled. "I remember. Wasn't what you fed me last time arsenic?"

I was just about to deal with this pack of ants when the regent, whose power overshadowed the court, took my hand:

"If anything happens to the Empress Dowager, I will have the entire Imperial Medical Bureau buried with her."