The pain of Leng Gong's strangulation was still in her throat. Nian Shilan opened her eyes suddenly and saw the top of the bed decorated with carved gold, and beside her was Songzhi's concerned face holding ginseng soup. "Empress, you accompanied the emperor to appreciate the chrysanthemums in the imperial garden yesterday. You had a nightmare when you came back. Now you are awake!" She touched the ruby bracelet on her wrist - it was a gift from the emperor when she first entered the palace. The coldness, pain, and hatred from the previous life surged instantly, and she dug her nails into her palms: "Am I not dead?" Songzhi exclaimed in shock: "What nonsense are you talking about!" Nian Shilan looked at the bronze mirror. The woman in the mirror was bright and flamboyant, but her eyes were hardened: "Okay, that's great. In this life, I, Nian Shilan, will not be anyone's stepping stone."
