Poisoned to Death, the Princess Consort Rules the Court Through Rivalries

Liu E, a formidable ruler of the matriarchal dynasty, ushered in peace for ten thousand years and achieved unprecedented greatness. But the strain of years spent handling official documents and injuries sustained in battle left her beset by illness in the prime of her life. No medicine could help her. Her troubled soul could not be called back, and her sorrowful will could not be denied. In the first month of the twenty-fifth year of Yonghuang, Liu E died in the Eastern Capital at the age of forty-two. She was posthumously given the title Wu. Her husband, Song Xuan, shared a profound love with her. He drank a cup of poisoned wine and followed Liu E into death. That is what the history books record. I thought that was the end of the story. But in the same year, in a parallel world under the Great Sheng Dynasty, the second daughter of the Chief Councillor, who should have died, miraculously opened her eyes. When an empress is trapped in a secluded courtyard, cut off from the world, will she squabble with other women like any ordinary woman and content herself with her husband's favor, or will her ambition rise again, turning her once more into a formidable ruler? Though born a woman, though granted only a few borrowed years, the cleavage at her breast could never match the boundless ambition of a great ruler. She would trample the land, shatter the sun and moon, and make Liu E's name resound throughout this strange realm! *Song Xuan: Liu E, I personally sent you to hell. Do you still like this world, where men reign supreme? Nan Rongyi: Liu E, was I nothing but a pawn to you from beginning to end? Then what, exactly, was I to you? Nan Zhaojin: This woman is unfathomable. She must be killed. Nan Shiheng: Her head should be offered to the mountains and rivers, the sun and moon, to bring prosperity to our Great Sheng! Shi Yan (Song Xuan in this life): (with a cold laugh) Liu E, heroes are made by the times. This time, I am the hero. Liu E threw the already-disrupted fates into disarray once more, and everything spiraled out of control, impossible to predict. But through these repeated tests and clashes, who was sincere, and who was pretending? And who feigned affection only to win true love?