Empress Ling: We Meet Again in Falling Snow

Both the Empress and Consort Ling are reborn! Other pairings, enter at your own risk! 【Important Warning and Core Premise】 The story centers on the Empress and Consort Ling. The two female leads’ relationship is friendship-oriented at first, with romance appearing later. It won’t be obvious in the early and middle parts. Yingluo and Fuheng enter a marriage of convenience as allies. There is no love, no consummation, and no intimate contact of any kind. Their marriage is a strategic arrangement that allows Yingluo to gain status and protect the Empress, and it serves the Empress and Consort Ling storyline throughout. If this bothers you, please don’t read. 『The Empress and Consort Ling are the main storyline + both reborn + an ensemble story with an altered ending』 Since the story centers on the Empress and Consort Ling, some characters are not mentioned. Story begins: The jasmine in Changchun Palace blossomed ninety-eight times in Fucha Rongyin’s memory, and fell ninety-eight times. Every bloom came with the palace’s bitter winds and snow, the grief of losing a child, and the arrival of a girl named Wei Yingluo, who came blazing in with all her sharp edges, shielding her from every open and hidden attack, only to leave her life behind within these red walls. Over ninety-eight cycles, Rongyin watched her die ninety-eight times, and fell from the corner tower herself ninety-eight times. When she opened her eyes for the ninety-ninth time, the snow was falling as before, but none of the tragedies had yet begun. This time, she had returned with one wish: to push that girl far away, so she could live a peaceful life and no longer be trapped in this cage for her sake. She didn’t know that this year, Wei Yingluo had returned for the first time, carrying the obsessions of two lifetimes. With thoughts of her sister and longing for the Empress, she braved the wind and snow and entered the Forbidden City. She knew only that this time, she would protect the gentle woman and never let the palace’s cold winds pierce her again.