The Hibiscus Blooms: A Tale of Splendor

I took a sip of the drink that was neither quite wine nor quite something else, its flavors a jumble of sweet, bitter, pungent, sour, and salty, just like my life in my previous incarnation. Those alluring violet eyes glanced at me, and she said with a lazy smile, “The road to the next life is too lonely. I need someone to wait on me.” Clad in white, he sat in his wheelchair, as ethereal as an immortal. “You don’t need to thank me. Since I saved you today, understand this: your worthless life belongs to me. One day, I’ll come to collect.” In the final years of the Eastern Court, desire, ambition, slaughter, the throne, and power were intertwined with the bond of family, precious friendship, and a love destined to be tragic and beautiful in this life... Madam Huaxi, where will you go from here?