
When The Emperor was assassinated, my husband was with his idealized love. Heavily pregnant, I shielded The Emperor, not lighting the flare. In my past life, I lit the flare; my husband rescued The Emperor, but his idealized love died. On my delivery day, he threw me into The Den of a Thousand Beasts, accusing: "If you hadn't lit the flare, Jade wouldn't have died! I'll make you pay!" I was devoured, my child consumed. I've returned to the day of The Emperor's assassination.