Sleeping Soundly in Her Bed

Rachel was the pampered and arrogant princess of the Empire. However, dynasties shift and the defeated must eat dust. Following a failed coup, she drank lethal absinthe and her fragrance faded as she perished.

Yet, she was resurrected—trapped within the body of a golden peacock kept by Jiang Zhishui.

Jiang Zhishui, the supreme envoy from the East, began to groom Rachel’s feathers day after day. As the brilliant tail feathers drooped, clutched firmly in Jiang Zhishui’s hands, Rachel found herself with nowhere to run.

Jiang Zhishui would say: “Little bird, be good. Be obedient.”

How could a proud princess ever be content as another’s pet? However, Rachel’s original body was set to be auctioned off. To avoid such humiliation, Rachel had no choice but to cling tightly to Jiang Zhishui’s wrist, seeking help. But she could not speak to beg, nor could she protect her own remains.

When she had nothing left, it was Jiang Zhishui who gave her hope. The woman’s voice carried a unique Eastern rhythm that mesmerized the “bird.” Rachel chose to forget all her troubles, sleeping soundly day after day upon Jiang Zhishui’s bed.

It wasn’t until later that she stumbled upon an invitation. It turned out that the winner of the corpse auction was Jiang Zhishui all along. Her original body was hidden right here in this manor. In the basement.

Within an ice coffin, Rachel saw her own corpse—and Jiang Zhishui was leaning down, kissing her cold lips, overflowing with obsessive desire. “Little bird, you were the one who walked in on this.”

Rachel retreated in horror. Later, Rachel was imprisoned until her death. Jiang Zhishui, usually calm and detached, went mad. She knelt daily before Rachel’s grave in repentance. “Little bird, little bird… my methods must have been wrong…”

Two years later. Jiang Zhishui looked at the empty coffin and laughed frantically. “Little bird, do not let me find you again.”