After I Died, I Smiled, and My Whole Family Went Mad

On the day my husband married my younger imperial sister, a long-lost message rang in my ears. If I severed every earthly bond within nine hours, I could reclaim the fortune I'd bestowed upon mortals and return to the Celestial Palace. In the first hour, I walked barefoot over knife blades and signed a divorce agreement with the prince consort who had promised to love me until our hair turned white. Holding my younger sister, he sneered that I was petty, and that she was already generous enough to leave me the position of a concubine. In the third hour, I fished coins out of a boiling cauldron with my bare hands and severed ties with the Crown Prince, the brother who had shared my hardships. He watched coldly and mocked me for lacking a princess's grace and making a spectacle of myself, all to steal his favor from my sister. In the sixth hour, I gritted my teeth, cut out my bones and heart, and severed all ties with the father and mother who had raised me. They flew into a rage and cursed me as ungrateful, saying I was unfit to compare with my younger sister, let alone be a princess of the empire. Later, I died, my soul vanished, and I returned to the Celestial Palace to become an immortal once more. When my family watched the body I had left behind melt into a pool of blood, they all went mad.