I am not an ordinary boudoir woman, I... Died once.
In my previous life, I gave up all my wealth for love and helped my lover ascend the throne, but I was killed by a glass of poisonous wine.
After his rebirth, I watched him with cold eyes as he knelt in the snow and begged for reconciliation: "Your Highness, you owe me what you owe me."
He turned around and married the powerful official he feared most, crushing the country he wanted most in front of him inch by inch.
Purpose: redemption, healing