She was once the humblest Oriole concubine in the harem, and she was trampled on and slaughtered by others.
She drank that bowl of bitter almonds for six years before she finally breathed her last.
On the snowy night when she died in the cold palace, she heard someone say in her ear: "If there is an afterlife, don't trust the wrong person again."
When she opened her eyes again, she went back to the day when she was fifteen years old.
The begonias on the temples are still the same, and the people in front of me are still those smiling faces hiding knives.
But this time, she was no longer the An Lingrong who was at the mercy of others.
She does not strive for favor, is not dependent, and is not gullible.
She looked coldly at Concubine Hua's domineering behavior, the Queen's viciousness, and Zhen Huan's careless behavior.
She just wanted to live like a human being in this cannibal palace.
But that superior man pulled her back to the center of the whirlpool again and again.
He said: "You have changed."
She smiled: "Your Majesty, I have never changed. It's just that the old An Lingrong has died once."
In her new life, she wants to be a chess player, not a chess piece.
But when the truth was revealed bit by bit, she discovered——
Death in her previous life was never as simple as she thought.
There was a secret hidden in that bowl of bitter almonds that she had never thought of.
