I Transmigrated to the Han Palace, and My Best Friend Is Lu Zhi

When the bronze mirror reflects the scar between Lü Zhi's brows, Lin Wan finally realizes that her so-called "best friend" is nothing but a blunt knife held to her throat.

Agarwood coils through the Jiaofang Palace, but it cannot conceal the stench of blood. She was a low-ranking palace maid in the Yongxiang, until an accident in which she saved an old eunuch thrust her into the eye of the storm. When Lü Zhi's eyes, sharp as a hawk's, settled on her, she knew she had become a pawn in a game of power from which there was no turning back.

The wind rises at the end of a duckweed leaf; fate is sealed in silence. The things she once thought she could change have all become burdens she must bear.

As history's wheels roll over the bloodstained Weiyang Palace, what choice should humanity make? Become cold, unfeeling gears, or kindle one last glimmer of light in the cracks?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.