Before I died, the Emperor's 'white moonlight' returned. He indulged her as she tore my robes and poisoned my kitten. My heart ached so much that I couldn't sleep, shedding tears through the night. I was once the Emperor's most beloved Consort. He promised me the phoenix crown and the empress's mantle, to be the mother of the realm. But later, he lifted the veil for another woman, forcing me to kneel outside the palace hall, listening to their joyous night. He asked me, 'Aren't you jealous?' I never told him that I was critically ill, on the verge of death.