First person narrative.
After my death, the emperor went crazy.
During the canonization ceremony between him and the queen, I collapsed to the ground, my body already riddled with holes from his new love.
The name he gave me is Yuanyuan, and he hopes that everything will go well for me.
Now, this broken body has finally fulfilled his wish, successfully repaying the life-saving grace he had received from the cold palace back then.
He vomited a mouthful of blood and fell from the high platform.
And the young secret guard who brought me rabbits and called me Sister Yuanyuan had his sword unsheathed and pointed at his throat.
Intention: A scholar's arrogance can be escaped, but a woman's arrogance cannot be explained.
