With a single imperial decree, I went from empress to a discarded woman, imprisoned in the Cold Palace.
Everyone thought my life was over.
The palace servants who bullied me, the consorts who laughed at me, and that man who sat high above them all.
They didn't know.
The discarded empress who begged for charcoal by day
was only wearing one of many disguises.
When night fell, I became a shadow roaming the rooftops of the imperial city.
I was the Reaper Asura whose name made court officials tremble.
The harem's power struggles were child's play to me.
Trying to frame me? If I don't make you regret living to see tomorrow, then I've lost.
The court's political schemes were nothing but a chessboard waiting for me to sweep clean.
I hid in the palace, waiting for the right moment to overthrow this vast empire.
But the dog emperor who had banished me to the Cold Palace
stood outside it every night with a lantern, murmuring softly:
“Mei'er, I know it's you.”
“I'll give you the empire, and myself too. Won't you come back?”
