The Ashes of Huan Yijin, the Return of Consort Hua

The incense of joy burns out, and Consort Hua is reborn! Zhen Huan, you wretched woman, always making a fuss. But I must thank her for revealing the truth. I died in bitterness, smashing my head against a pillar, only to be reborn in the days when I was most favored. Those who owe me will repay me, one by one. Those who wronged me will pay the price. Even all eight banners of the Manchu and Mongol armies together cannot match Consort Hua's majestic bearing. But this time, I will not be the emperor's favorite consort!