She slammed her head against the wall of the Cold Palace and died, but her soul refused to disperse.
For seven years, she watched as the Nian family was arrested, her brother was beheaded, and her nephew was exiled three thousand li away.
The King of Hell asked her, "Do you regret it?"
She said, "I do. I don't regret falling in love with the emperor, but I regret forgetting myself after I did."
Back in the days before he ascended the throne, she took the Huan Yi Incense completely apart.
Like unwrapping a piece of candy concealed in lies, only to find poison inside.
This time, she had calculated everything: the emperor's suspicions, the empress's schemes, every move Zhen Huan would make.
The only thing she hadn't calculated was that what would soften her heart in the end would be a bowl of hot soup from Consort Duan,
An Lingrong's late-night words, "Sister, I'll stay with you,"
and her brother's tearful promise before setting off to war: "Little sister, this time I'll definitely come back alive."
It turned out that being clear-eyed didn't mean trusting nothing.
It meant giving your heart to those who deserve it.
Consort Hua does not cross the pass of love, but she does save herself.
