With her incense burned out in the Cold Palace, she thought she had finally reached the end of her life. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the night before the palace selection.
In her previous life, she was lowly as dust, too afraid to confess her love, and ultimately became a pawn, ending her miserable life with a strip of white silk. This time, An Lingrong looks at her timid reflection in the mirror and lets out a silent sneer. She gets close to the favored Wan Changzai, whose rise to glory is all but certain, and smiles gently and humbly as she presents her with an exquisitely embroidered sachet.
The six palaces all say that Her Ladyship Consort Yu is skilled at blending incense, and that its fragrance is a comfort to the Emperor. But they don't know that its lingering perfume can eat away at the bones and kill without a trace. As the Emperor loses himself in the faint scent at her neck, she lowers her eyes demurely, calculating which palace should receive the next “fragrance.”
As her sworn enemies go mad as if in a dream and fall one after another amid the scent, An Lingrong stands alone on a high tower, gently touching her slightly swollen belly as she gazes toward the summit of the nine-tiered palace...
This time, she will cleanse the blood and guilt beside the phoenix throne with her own hands. It's time for someone else to take the supreme phoenix throne.
It looks pretty good. Although it is a little different from the original setting, it can also be generous with time. But why are some places written differently?