“Heh... Reborn, again and again. Doesn’t it always end the same way?”
“Those who create me with their pens never truly wish me well.”
“It’s just jumping from one cage into another.”
“I can never escape these three palace walls.”
An Lingrong sat on the throne of the Empress Dowager, a position she had once longed for more than anything, and sighed just like Zhen Huan. But she neither loved nor hated Zhen Huan. She simply missed home, and missed her mother...
