[I mourned my past-life self, and my enemy served me tea in this life]
I was the first Crown Princess in the Ming dynasty to be carried through the Ming Gate after the dynasty’s founding.
Yet in the freezing winter of the eleventh year of Hongwu, Consort Lu killed me with a single sheet of rouge paper.
When I opened my eyes again, I had become the lowest-ranking maid in Kunning Palace, with the same character Ying in my name.
At the funeral hall, I knelt before my own coffin, burning paper offerings and wearing mourning clothes for myself.
My five-year-old son tugged at my sleeve. “You smell... like Mother.”
The Crown Prince’s gaze grew darker and more intense with every passing day.
In this life:
Those who harmed me will repay me a hundredfold.
Those who love me, I will protect for the rest of their lives.
As for that throne... My son doesn’t want it, and no one else is allowed to touch it.
