Traveling Through the Han Palace, My Best Friend Is Lu Pheasant

When the bronze mirror reflected the knife marks between Lu Fei's eyebrows, Lin Wan realized that the so-called "best friend" was just a dull knife hanging on her neck. There is agarwood lingering in the Jiaofang Palace, but it cannot conceal the smell of blood. She was originally a low-ranking female official in Yongxiang. She was pushed to the forefront because she accidentally saved an old eunuch. When Lu Zhi's falcon-like eyes fell on her, she knew that she had become a piece in this chess game that could not be turned back. The wind rises at the end of Qingping, and life falls in the silent place. Things she thought she could change eventually turned into weights she had to bear. When the wheel of history rolls over the bloody Weiyang, how should humans choose? Become a cold gear, or ignite the last glimmer of light in the cracks? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.