Seven years ago, a terrible disaster crushed her family into dust, and her memory was dyed red with blood. Seven years later, she was hiding deep in the red wall as a palace maid. The innocent girl she once was had grown up, with a lingering hatred hidden in her eyebrows.
The palace was as deep as a tomb, and she was sleeping alone, but she bumped into the two princes at the corner - the sixth prince, Lu Zhaoyun, had the embroidered handkerchief she accidentally dropped wrapped around his fingertips, his eyes full of probing meaning; the seventh prince, Lu Zhaoheng, looked at the old scar on her brow bone, and his eyes turned red for an instant, and the warmth of childhood sweethearts was shattered by the sudden glimpse of reunion.
One is a royal nobleman who holds the key to revenge, and the other is an old person who hides her youthful feelings. She stood in the shadow of the palace wall and looked at herself in their eyes: Is she a chess piece? An old friend? Or a piece of driftwood that must be climbed?
Love is too heavy, hate is too painful, every step in the palace is on the edge of a knife. She clutched the poison-quenched silver hairpin in her sleeve tightly and looked at the skylight outside the high wall. After all, she never let go of the hand that quietly reached out to her. What kind of life would she live like?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
