Historical Fiction
The Matriarch Reborn
I took an arrow for my husband and suffered grave internal injuries.
After four years recuperating on an estate in the south, I returned to the capital and found another woman had taken my place.
My son relied on her, my daughter adored her, my mother-in-law valued her, and even in our marriage bed, my husband called out her name.
I could not bear it and made a scene.
Together, they drove me to my death so the obstacle I had become would disappear and they could live happily as one family.
For twenty years, I wandered as a ghost and watched the end they brought upon themselves.
Then I was reborn on the road home.
I had returned.
“Don’t go back to the estate yet; I want to visit the Empress Dowager in the palace,” I said.
