Rebirth of the Phoenix Empress

The pale morning light slipped through sheer pearl-colored curtains that swayed gently in the breeze within the Huahlan Pavilion. The birds had yet to sing their morning song, and still, the room's occupant was already awake well before dawn.

Xianlan rose in silence. Clad in a light cotton robe, her slender figure moved with such grace that the air itself seemed reluctant to touch her.

Her brows furrowed faintly as her gaze fell upon the object laid beside her pillow a folded sheet of paper, crisp at the corners, as if cut freshly by a master's hand.

Inside lay something that should never have reached her hands.

A full map of the rear palace of the Kingdom of Li: secret passageways, underground tunnels, hidden corridors linking inner halls, even restricted zones no palace maid or concubine dared approach.

And beside the map a note, penned in a hand she recognized at once.

"Only when you know where your enemy lies, can the next move be placed with certainty."

Two short lines. Signed in silence by Feng Yuhan, the cold-hearted crown prince.

Xianlan folded the paper slowly. Her fingers traced the edges of the map with deliberate care.

Her face bore no sign of excitement no smile, not even fear.

Only a single thing gleamed in her honey-dark eyes:

Resolve.

"Feng Yuhan… are you testing me? Or are you opening the path forward?"

"No matter which this first move shall be mine."

She stood tall.

Her slight form cast a quiet silhouette in the dawn light spilling through the window. Her pale face, once delicate, now seemed chiseled of ice-carved jade.

If yesterday, Xianlan had been a helpless little bird then today,

she would be the one to unfurl her wings, and gaze down from the heights.

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When one spoke of Xianlan's true enemy in the rear palace,

the name that most would utter first was "Noble Consort Su Zhen."

But Xianlan knew better. She never waited for her enemies to reveal themselves before making her move.

Su Zhen the woman who appeared so sweet in the eyes of the world

Her power did not come from beauty, but from credibility carefully cultivated through tender words and confident smiles.

If the imperial court was a battlefield, then Su Zhen was the kind of general who needed no blade because every word from her lips was a weapon.

"But a general never steps onto the battlefield alone… it is the shadows that move in her stead that must fall first."

Xianlan's first target…was not the consort herself.

It was the shadow behind the veil the figure no one had ever thought to see as an enemy.

But Xianlan knew. Silence never truly meant absence.

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Xiao Xin. 

A palace maid who appeared harmless. Soft-spoken, always polite, and never seen without a faint, delicate smile.

 This young woman had served beside Noble Consort Su for many years and she alone held the right to enter the Cold Palace on the night everything unraveled.

Xianlan remembered it with painful clarity.

On the eve she was accused of poisoning, she had received a cup of warm honeyed tea handed to her by Xiao Xin.

Its aroma was gentle and comforting…but its sleep was deeper than any tonic from the imperial apothecary.

And when she awoke, a poisoned needle one she had never seen before was discovered beneath her pillow.

 "A cup of honeyed tea my first omen. Xiao Xin's smile the second…"

"How could I ever forget?"

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That morning, Xianlan feigned boredom with her quiet life in Huahlan Pavilion.

She rose before the sun had touched the courtyard stones, and slipped beyond the palace walls just as the plum tree branches stirred in the wind their birds not yet finished with their morning song.

She headed directly toward the corridor that cut across to the Consort's quarters a path she had deliberately avoided for many days.

But today, she walked it with purpose.

She wanted to be seen.

And as if summoned by intention alone what she desired came swiftly.

Hurried footsteps approached from behind.

A eunuch's voice, sharp with alarm, called out:

"Your Ladyship! Your Ladyship! The Fourth Princess has left her pavilion!"

The panic in his tone rang louder than the hush of morning wind.

But Xianlan paused with perfect poise,

before a blooming plum garden, where the petals had just begun to blush a faint red in the winter air.

She turned, her voice steady as stone.

"There are no restrictions against me taking in the morning air."

"If your heart quivers too easily, perhaps you should return for more training."

At once, silence fell behind her.

No one dared object.

No one dared approach.

Because her voice and the way she carried herself no longer belonged to a girl of tender years,

but to a woman carved of silence and steel.

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Xianlan continued her walk, unhurried.

Her sheer cloak fluttered in the cold wind.

Clad in pristine white, she resembled a blooming plum petal but her gaze was sharp, still, and unblinking.

She strolled past a side path, deliberately slow neither cautious nor bold as if she were merely passing time.

But the edge of her vision missed nothing.

And then her eyes caught movement in the shadow of a small receiving hall, nestled along the bamboo grove.

Xiao Xin.

The veteran maid of the inner court. The one everyone thought quiet, proper, and unremarkable.

She was handing over a small jade-colored vial to a young maid dressed in white.

Her slender fingers moved with certainty, and her gaze did not tremble as though she had performed this act countless times before.

Xianlan came to a quiet stop a fair distance away.

She didn't look directly, but the edge of her gaze cut sharper than a blade.

The moment Xiao Xin turned and met her eyes.

Xianlan smiled.

A soft, unassuming curve of her lips that seemed to hold no meaning.

Xiao Xin offered a faint smile in return.

But within Xianlan's mind, her thoughts were sharper than the tip of a poison needle.

"That vial… it's an appetite suppressant."

"Such an innocuous name. But I remember it well. In the past, it served as the foundation in more than one poisoning case."

"Especially that night the night I slept so deeply, only to awaken accused."

She walked on without pause.

No words.

No accusation.

Only silence moving like the hand of one placing a piece on the chessboard.

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Later that same afternoon,

Xianlan's personal maid received an errand to visit the capital marketplace.

The command sounded ordinary enough but the item she requested was anything but.

"Go to Old Li's shop in the eastern market,"

she instructed.

"Buy steamed buns with black reishi mushroom filling. Make sure they contain the inner core of the mushroom."

The maid accepted the task with a puzzled look,

but dared not question further.

When the delivery arrived,

Xianlan opened the bun herself.

From a small herbal pouch,

she retrieved tiny, dusky green seeds.

Xian San seeds a wild herb native to the northern forests.

Harmless on their own.

But when consumed with appetite suppressants, they caused temporary numbness of the tongue…and hoarseness of voice for days.

She inserted the seeds into the bun with surgical care,

then rewrapped it with quiet precision.

A small note, penned in her gentle hand,

was affixed to the package:

"I tasted one and quite enjoyed it. Please pass this along to Sister Xiao Xin so she, too, may enjoy something rare."

No threats.

No signature.

But every character carried meaning the recipient would not mistake.

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At dawn the next day,

whispers began to stir through Noble Consort Su's palace,

mingling with the sound of a woman coughing softly.

Xiao Xin had come to attend her mistress as usual.

Yet when she opened her mouth to announce the offering her voice came out hoarse and broken, the words nearly unintelligible.

"What's wrong with your voice?"

Consort Su asked, her tone neutral.

But a flicker of suspicion passed through her gaze.

Xiao Xin immediately bowed low, her head dipped in apology.

"Your Majesty… I may have… caught a chill…"

Her voice faltered, trembling with a strain most unnatural.

Though her lips still curved in their usual smile, the steadiness in her eyes… had vanished.

Noble Consort Su narrowed her gaze slightly.

One hand lifted a porcelain teacup to her lips; she took a slow, deliberate sip before speaking in a near whisper:

"Then rest for the day."

The words sounded kind but Xiao Xin knew better.

It was not a suggestion.

It was an order.

And in the hush that lingered in the shadows of the palace,

the Consort's eyes were fixed not on her servant but on a shadow no one else had noticed.

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That night, the Huahlan Pavilion was quieter than usual.

The servants had all gone to bed early, leaving only the faint glow of oil lamps dimmed low to mark the hallways in the darkness.

Xianlan sat silently before her writing desk, her face lit by the flicker of flame that mirrored in her eyes two steady embers that refused to die.

Before her lay brushes, inkstones, and pigments.

A half-finished painting of plum blossoms waited on a scroll of rice paper.

But her gaze… rested on nothing.

"Xiao Xin won't dare use that vial again if she still has her wits."

"And as for Noble Consort Su… she surely knows this wasn't a coincidence."

Her slender fingers reached for the teacup at her side, gently pushing it aside.

Beneath it was a folded letter delivered only hours before.

A soft knock at dusk.

Her maid had opened the door,

only to find a lone wooden box resting on the step.

No messenger.

No message.

No trace.

Inside:

a single sheet of aged paper.

Though faded and torn at the corners,

the handwriting remained precise.

Inventory Record – Cold Palace, Year Five of the Fengming Reign:

One set of rare poison needles, approved and signed by Imperial Eunuch Xin Hong.

Note: Record was struck from archives two days before the Fourth Princess's incident.

Attached was a note faded ink, but the pen strokes firm and deliberate:

"Things believed not to exist… always do, if you know where to look."

Xianlan smiled faintly.

It was not a smile of delight,

but the satisfaction of someone watching her opponent walk straight into the snare.

"Feng Yuhan… are you clearing the path so I can draw out her pawns one by one?"

She rose and walked toward the window.

The sun had long dipped below the horizon,

and moonlight now spilled across the stone floor in silver ribbons beautiful, but cold.

A breeze from the forest drifted in,

carrying with it the fallen petals of plum blossoms.

A single deep-red petal fluttered gently to the ground at her feet like the last drop of blood from an old wound.

"Now that I've been given a second chance…"

"I will no longer play the game as I once did."

"I won't sit idle, waiting to be dragged toward punishment.

This time, I will drag them out one by one."

The voice in her heart echoed like a drumbeat within her chest.

She turned back toward the desk,

where the palace map lay hidden beneath a tray of brushes.

The board had been laid open.

The first move had just been made.

And the shadows… had begun to stir.

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While everything shifted in silence beneath the surface,

Noble Consort Su Zhen stood leaning against a carved wooden pillar,

the sheer curtain billowing beside her.

That night, the wind blew stronger than usual.

"Did you notice anything… strange about Xiao Xin's voice?"

She asked softly, her gaze cast toward the courtyard.

The handmaid behind her hesitated before replying.

"Your Grace… I thought perhaps it was due to the change in weather."

Su Zhen gave a faint laugh.

It was sweet almost tender but her eyes gleamed cold as polished ice.

"It wasn't the weather…"

"It was the scent of a challenge… rising in the air."

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A princess returned from death.

A prince crowned in frost.

One rising from the shadows.

One pushing from behind the veil.

If one was the phoenix,

the other was the tiger.

And this game, once begun,

would not end with apologies or gracious smiles.

There would be only one question left

Who will survive at the end of the board?

"Feng Yuhan… is that your intent? To give me the space to expose Consort Su's pawns, one by one?"

"Then let's see between her and me whose pieces will remain longest upon the board."

Tonight, the whip in the Cold Palace had fallen silent.

But the sound of strategy had only just begun.

"This chapter has been updated with improved narrative and deeper character perspective. The plot remains unchanged."

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