The Phoenix Returns to the Nest: the Queen Committed Regicide and Rebelled

On the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, snow pressed on the eaves of the palace. When the last charcoal fire in the cold palace was extinguished, Shen Shu knew that she deserved to die. She was lying on the damp haystack, with abdominal cramps like knives - the poisonous wine was burning through her internal organs inch by inch. There was the sound of soft footsteps outside the door, and the woman's soft smile, like a knife tempered with honey. "Sister, my sister is here to see you off."