After my sister's death, I became the mistress of the Hou Mansion as I wished.
After ten years of planning, my husband finally ascended to the throne, but I drank the poisonous wine he personally handed me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was fifteen years old again, and the concubine who knew how to weave garlands for me was sweetly calling me "sister".
In this life, I smiled and handed her the poisoned rouge: "Sister, use it first."
She was ecstatic, and I watched indifferently.
But, why did that cold-faced general that I avoided in my previous life always pass by "accidentally" when I was teaching my concubine a lesson?
He even wanted to get closer and ask me: "Do you need help destroying the corpses and removing traces?"
