Consort Hua Reborn: Farewell, You Pig-Trotter

“I spent half my life circling around him like a dog. When he was pleased, he tossed me a smile. When he wasn't, he left me in this cold palace to wait for death.” Nian Shilan slowly rose to her feet. The celadon vase slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor with a sharp crack. Shards of porcelain scattered everywhere with the lingering perfume. “He killed my brother, took my child from me, and now he wants me to sit here, breathing in this scent, waiting to die day after day.” If I have another life, I, Nian Shilan, will never marry into the imperial family.