In my previous life, I rose from a palace maid who made the bed all the way to imperial consort. I fought the other consorts, endured humiliation, and finally outlived that wretched emperor, settling in comfortably as the empress dowager. I went through great highs and lows, a life full of drama, and at least the second half of it was sweet after all the bitterness. Given another chance, I only want to experience the life of an ordinary person. Who knew that this time the wretched emperor would ignore all his pretty concubines, take my hand, and ask, “Momo, would you like to be empress?” Hah, I’m already sick of being empress dowager. Why would I want to be your lousy empress?
