After transmigrating, she went from an assassin to a bird trainer.
She had hoped for a quiet life, but in the end, she followed the same path as those who had transmigrated before her: into the palace.
On her first day in the palace, a lecture from a palace maid cut deep, every word like a needle.
“Among the three palaces and six courts, the empress's Weiyang Palace is the most prestigious. Next come Consort Cui's Moonlit Hall in Qingyun Palace and Consort Dong's Lingxi Hall in Yongle Palace...”
The new emperor had just ascended the throne. His words whispered in her ear were tender and sweet.
“Your voice is like an oriole emerging from a valley. I shall name you Lady Ying.”
When sisters reunited, their intimate conversation was utterly sincere.
“Xier, as long as we sisters stand together, we'll surely secure a place for ourselves in this harem!”
At the height of the emperor's favor, an imperial edict cast her into the cold palace.
“Lady Ye of Yongle Palace plotted to harm the imperial heir and faked a pregnancy to gain favor. Her crimes are heinous, and her heart deserves death. In consideration of her being the mother of the Fifth Prince, I hereby strip her of her title and confine her to the cold palace for life!”
In the cold palace, she held her severed arm and smiled through her tears at the emperor.
“Your Majesty, when I first came to the cold palace, I had the same dream every day. I dreamed that I gave birth to a princess for Your Majesty, a lovely little thing, pink and beautiful... But ever since New Year's Eve, I haven't had that dream again... Your Majesty, I have both a son and a daughter...”
When she returned to the palace, she held the rank of Consort and personally trained the woman the emperor loved.
“In this harem, many things should be seen clearly but left unsaid. Keep everything you understand in your heart. Then, with that innocent and guileless expression, mingle among the consorts and appear before the emperor...”
From palace maid to consort, every step she took was a blood-red lotus.
Standing tall at the summit, she looked down at ‘fate,’ which she had trampled beneath her feet, barely clinging to life. Raising an eyebrow, she smiled. “I have never been one to accept my fate!”
