I was reborn as an abandoned empress in the Cold Palace, forced to watch as the Noble Consort snatched away my swaddled baby and the emperor coldly declared the child dead. The blood and tears of my previous life had barely dried, but in this life I vowed to defy fate and change my destiny. A broken blood-jade shard was hidden inside the sandalwood beads around my wrist. Whenever danger loomed, blood-red prophecies appeared on it, helping me foresee what would happen over the next seven days. When war broke out at the border and my child was caught in danger, I fought my way out with him, uncovered a baby-switching plot, and exposed the false crown prince. As storms gathered in court, I made careful moves with the late imperial physician’s edict and a fragment of a border general’s map. My child was precocious and clever, recognizing me at a glance and sparking a showdown with one remark: “Father has wronged you too much.” The emperor may go through fire and brimstone to win me back, but my heart has hardened; all I care about is keeping my child safe. Born a concubine’s daughter, I rely on neither gods nor Buddhas, only my pen, my blade, and bloodshed. I will rise to the phoenix throne and settle every blood debt.
