On the night she died, the court historians said she was “the most virtuous woman in the six palaces.”
Reborn on the night she was made empress, she smiled. Let them build their own monuments to virtue.
Three sets of books: public accounts for the inner court, private accounts for the outer court, and secret accounts comparing her two lifetimes, past and present.
In thirty days, she turns three thousand taels of silver into a web no one can understand, yet everyone wants to see.
Outside the court, she is the one weaving the web. Inside the court, she is waiting for the fish.
In the twelfth month of the thirty-sixth year of Jiayou, the empress does not build a monument to virtue. She lays down the rules.
