REBIRTH OF THE MALICIOUS EMPRESS OF MILITARY LINEAGE

The morning drums were thundered across the Iron Phoenix of the Military Manor, shaking with the frost from the stone of the courtyards. Soldiers were all moving in perfect rhythm, blades flashing so much under the pale of the sun. Among them were once stood Shi Lian, raised not to be as a fragile lady and modestly surrounded by beauty but as a weapon forged in discipline. Yet their memories now felt distantly like a life stolen from her. Beyond this, were the manor’s harsh strength laid in the Radiant Palace, a place where many of the jade halls and silk curtains where all beauty hid in so much corruption. Every smile was concealed in ambition, every bow being religiously done, is carried out with a calculated. It was a palace where so much in loyalty died quietly. Deep within it sprawled off the Vermillion Harem Court, where the consorts fought wars without their swords. Sweet voices were poured poisoned tea, and rumors traveled faster than the arrows. Here, their reputations were all slaughtered before bodies were. Far away from their whispers, the Imperial Study of their remains cold and silent. Maps of the conquered lands were all covered with the walls, and the Emperor worked all alone beneath the dim lantern light. Once, Shi Lian had believed that the man would stand beside her forever for her. But the battlefield of the memories still burned down, mud, fire, screaming of horses, and betrayals were all in the shape of the lyrics to the rhythm.