Zhen Huan was reborn. But she soon realized this wasn’t the world she knew.
A faceless woman appeared in the bronze mirror late at night and told her the rules she had to follow:
Rule one: You must kneel when Consort Hua drops her cup.
Rule two: You must finish the Empress’s pastries.
Rule three: Do not look in the mirror at midnight.
Rule four: Do not tell An Lingrong, “You’re so pitiful.”
Rule five: Do not pick flowers in the imperial garden.
Rule six: Do not let the Emperor stay the night for more than three nights in a row.
Rule seven: Do not tell anyone about these rules.
She tested them.
One by one.
Then she discovered that every time she broke a rule, the people around her became a little more “wrong.”
Consort Hua cooed at an invisible child.
The Empress’s face began to move.
An Lingrong’s sobs came from inside her pillow.
This world was being consumed by the rules.
And she had to survive.
