The burning sensation in my throat made me snap my eyes open.
Pain. The familiar, soul-trembling pain spread from his internal organs to his limbs. This was the feeling when someone drank poisoned wine in the previous life. The cup of wine mixed with crane top red slid down the throat, sweet and fishy, and finally burned the person into a cold corpse.
I moved my fingers and what I touched was not the cold green bricks of the cold palace, but silk.
Bright red silk.
Hijab.
Am I alive?
In other words, am I reborn?
Xipo's high-pitched laughter and singing voice came to my ears: "Bow down to heaven and earth——"
The moment I was helped to bow down, I saw through the gap in my hijab my red wedding dress with gold thread and embroidered phoenix. Three years ago. It was my wedding night three years ago when I was chosen queen. I haven't been sentenced to death, I haven't been accused of treason, I haven't knelt down in the cold palace and drank the fatal glass of wine.
I clenched the red silk in my hand.
This time, I won't die again. None of the enemies from the previous life can escape.
"Two bows to the high hall——"
With the support of Xi Po, I mechanically followed the ritual, and my mind was filled with scenes from my previous life before I died. Those palace concubines who greeted me with smiles, the good sister who stabbed me in the back, and the man who sat on the dragon throne and watched me drink the poisonous wine - my husband, the current emperor Xiao Yan.
After the ceremony, I was sent to the bridal chamber. I sat down on the wedding bed, stroking the hairpin hidden in my sleeves with my fingers.
This is a habit that comes back from rebirth, I have to make sure I have something in my hands. The lessons from my past life tell me that no matter how firmly the queen sits in this position, she will still die if she is not prepared to defend herself.
