The day Wei Yanwan died, there was only a cup of poisoned wine in the Cold Palace.
Before closing her eyes, her final thought was: In my next life, I refuse to be anyone's fool.
When she opened her eyes again, she was kneeling on the cold brick floor of Qixiang Palace, facing Jin Yuyan's mean-spirited face.
Her past as Consort Ling, Imperial Noble Consort, and mother of Emperor Jiaqing had all been reset to zero.
Now she was just a little palace maid who had been doused with cold water.
But it was all right.
Because she had discovered a shocking secret: Jinzong had been reborn too.
The man she had used and discarded in her previous life was now standing at the corner of the corridor, watching her with an enigmatic smile.
“Miss Wei, would you like to borrow an umbrella?”
“Would you lend me one, Eunuch?”
“The kind you borrow and never give back.”
They exchanged smiles.
In this life, Wei Yanwan didn't want to be Empress. She only wanted to build a career.
But as she got on with it, she realized that Ruyi's “as aloof as a chrysanthemum” persona... might all have been an act.
As everyone in the harem gradually awakens, who will still remember the original plot?
