You Want Me to Atone? Why Are You Crying After I Leave the Palace?

In her previous life, Jiang Jingyue spent every day trying to atone. She thought Consort Rou, a woman who had transmigrated, had died to protect her. She raised Consort Rou's son as her own, fought and schemed on his behalf, doted on him for ten years without fail, and risked her life to put him on the path to becoming crown prince. In the end, all her wholehearted devotion earned her was a cup of poison brought by her own adopted son. As the poison slid down her throat, she saw Consort Rou appear triumphantly. The "dear elder sister" she had thought long dead was alive and well, smiling more brightly than anyone. Only then did Jiang Jingyue understand. Her face had been disfigured and her chance to have children taken away to cut off her escape routes. Her whole life, she had merely been sewing a wedding dress for someone else. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the day a fire broke out in the Cold Palace and left her disfigured... She tore up the script on the spot! Saving someone at the cost of your face? Not even a dog would do that. When fire broke out in the Cold Palace, she turned and climbed into her nemesis's coffin, escaping the palace. Then she turned back to slaughter them until the ground ran red. Not one of those who owed her would get away! Only, by accident, she got entangled with her nemesis. This madman, who would even stab himself without hesitation, drawled, "You shared a coffin with me. You have to take responsibility!"