After Being Reborn, An Lingrong Goes on a Rampage Through the Harem

In my previous life, I died in the Cold Palace, poisoned by bitter apricot kernels.

The pouch embroidered by my mother, with its orioles, stayed with me to the very end. Her embroidery was without equal, yet all her life, people trampled her underfoot.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to three days before the selection of consorts.

In this life, I want neither favor nor affection.

I have three things to do:

Make my scoundrel of a father lose everything and die on his knees.

See my embroidery-skilled mother wear the flower crown of a noblewoman, so no one in the world dares bully her.

Bear a prince, put him on the throne, and become the Empress Dowager myself.

The empress wants to use me as a pawn? I'll make her the discarded piece.

Consort Hua wants me on my knees? I'll stand and watch her bash her head against the wall.

And the emperor? I'll borrow his seed, then send him to his death.

I have memories from my previous life, a fragrance that can kill, and a voice that can imitate anyone.

Most importantly, in this life, I can bear children.

This is not a story of sisterly devotion.

This is a feel-good tale of a woman trampled into the mud, reborn to slaughter her way through the imperial harem and rise to godlike glory on her own.

Open these pages, and you'll see:

Every stitch my mother sewed became a rung for her daughter to climb.

Every drop of blood my scoundrel father shed was a debt his daughter repaid with a smile.

“In my previous life, I didn't even dare to cry aloud. In this life, I'll make everyone hear me laugh.”