In the twelfth lunar month of the seventh year of the Apocalypse, Shen Qingci died from a bowl of poisonous wine sent by his aunt. She didn't know until she died that her eight years of sincerity was just a chess piece in the emperor's hands - you could throw it away after you use it.
"If there is an afterlife, I, Shen Qingci, will definitely let him pay with blood."
She opened her eyes.
The bumpy carriage, the familiar green curtain, and the immature face of fifteen-year-old Qingzhu - she returned to the day when she entered the palace for the draft.
In this life, she is no longer the innocent and simple concubine. She knew who would frame her in three years, knew who would betray her in five years, and knew when that glass of poisoned wine would be delivered to her. She also knew that in this deep palace, everyone was acting, and everyone had their own agenda.
But what she doesn't know is——
The emperor was also reborn.
The man who personally sent her to the cold palace in her previous life looked at her with such complicated eyes that it frightened her. He said he wanted to make amends and that he would not let her be wronged again. But she just wanted to ask: Are you here to pay off a debt, or are you here to die?
Deep in the cold palace, there is an old woman with eyes exactly like hers. That was her biological mother who she thought was dead long ago.
Under the rockery in the Imperial Garden, there is a secret passage leading to the outside of the palace. That was evidence of a private meeting between the Queen and Prince Duan.
Who made the bowl of poisonous soup at the Queen Mother's birthday banquet?
And who is the person standing behind her gentle and dignified sister?
When all the clues pointed to the same answer, Shen Qingci finally understood that she was not alone in this situation from the beginning.
But this time, she will no longer be a pawn.
