The Debt of Seven Lifetimes

Suyi woke in a silk bed with blood still on her hands and the memory of her own death burning inside her. She had already lived once, climbed to the top of the palace, and made choices that ruined lives. Now she was back at the start, inside the body of a low concubine, with one chance to fix what she had broken. Her strange sight made every color carry a sound, and every sound carried shape. Poison, lies, fear, and hidden intent all pressed against her senses like wrong notes in a song. She could not rule from the hall, so she used maids, sealed notes, gift trays, and careful timing to steer the men who thought they led the empire. The hardest part was not danger. It was deciding how much o...