In her previous life, she was the legitimate daughter of the Minister of Rites, raised in the countryside and cast aside like trash because of a prophecy that she would bring misfortune to her family.
After returning to the capital, her mother scorned her for her uncouth manners. Only dressing as a man let her catch her breath. To win that laughable affection, she even entered the palace out of vanity, only to meet her end by throwing herself against a wall.
Only in her final moments did she see people for who they truly were.
The second son of the General’s household, whom she had dragged down with her, protected her to the very end. Countless black-clad warriors knelt before her corpse and wept. It turned out that her “poor master,” a countryside schoolteacher, was the founding Imperial Preceptor, revered even by the late emperor!
Reborn, her memories returned.
If she could not be a noble young lady, then she would be the one moving the pieces on the board of the realm!
Her mother thinks she’s an embarrassment? Well, even the current emperor has to call her Junior Martial Aunt!
The chancellor schemes to frame her? She holds the Imperial Preceptor’s token her master left behind. Anyone who dares lay a hand on her will die!
In this life, she will not only protect the people she loves, but also reclaim everything that belongs to her.
