I was the notorious vicious empress in the history of this dynasty.
The official histories say I was jealous, poisoned the consorts, and harmed the royal heirs.
They say I used witchcraft to curse the emperor, and was eventually executed by a thousand cuts.
But what they don't know is that three years after my death, the tyrant slaughtered every court historian and burned all records of me.
He even held my bones and went mad for ten years in Jiaofang Palace.
When I opened my eyes again, I was sixteen, on the night I was summoned to the emperor's bed for the first time.
This time, I decided to take a different path.
I'd be gentle and considerate, never competing for favor, just another face in the crowd.
But then I heard the tyrant's thoughts:
“Why isn't she insulting me anymore?”
“In our last life, the first time we met, she cursed me to die a horrible death.”...
The author feels pretty good after listening to and reading it, and I cherish it very much. I hope readers can comment and provide comments and suggestions to help me improve 🤭