In her previous life, she was Zhen Huan, powerful throughout the harem, yet she witnessed betrayal and callousness at every turn.
When she opened her eyes, she had been reborn as An Lingrong, a lowly woman who had died miserably in the Cold Palace.
Her voice was exquisite, her dancing graceful, but her family was humble, and she was at everyone’s mercy.
But this time, the soul inside her was Zhen Huan’s.
She knew every deadly trap in the harem and saw through every ounce of human coldness.
She would be neither submissive nor resentful, neither infatuated nor bitter.
Those who bullied her would pay a hundredfold.
Those who used her would suffer the consequences.
The Empress was a hypocrite? She would tear off her mask.
Huafei was domineering? She would clip her claws.
In this harem, I, An Lingrong, will be no concubine and no pawn.
If I am to be anything, I will be the one who...
holds life and death in her hands, determines everyone’s fate, and has the last laugh.
