Crossing Common People into Phoenixes

A concubine of the prime minister's palace, amidst a group of brothers and sisters with ulterior motives and the imminent struggle for the throne, she lived cautiously and frighteningly step by step. In the end, she lost to her feelings, trusted the villain, and lost everything she had. The husband who regarded him as his life drew his sword and pierced her chest with his own hands, and ordered her head to be chopped off. The moment I died, I realized that I had brought this miserable life on myself. I thought I should please my mistress, even though she treated me like a chess piece and played with her I originally thought that I should respect my eldest sister and love my concubine, even though they forced and framed me and forced me into a dead end time and time again. I originally thought that I should love him, protect him, and give him everything I can give him, even though he used me, cheated me, and killed me with his own hands. I originally thought that the grievances, hatred, and unwillingness in this life could only be taken to hell and disappear in reincarnation. Unexpectedly, his resentful soul would not be accepted by the underworld, so he opened his eyes one morning when he was twelve years old, full of rage...