Empresses in the Palace: An Lingrong Is Reborn

On the day of the imperial selection, I returned to the Forbidden City.

In my previous life, I knelt here and begged in vain, so lowly that even the eunuchs dared to bully me.

This time, I looked at the arrogant Xia Dongchun before me and suddenly smiled.

“Your outfit is lovely, Sister, though the color seems rather unlucky.”

“His Majesty loathes bright colors. Last year, a candidate was rejected for wearing red.”

Xia Dongchun's face turned deathly pale.

I stroked the plain white begonia tucked by my temple and lowered my eyes, concealing the chill in them.

The real show was only just beginning.