When Yin Mingshu is thrown into an abandoned temple like a rag, pain is what wakes her. In the flickering candlelight, the Buddha’s face looks down at her with pity. Why isn’t she dead yet? Her husband has seized the throne and become emperor, then sent people to bring her to the palace. In a daze, she was bundled into a sedan chair. Before she could understand how her usually gentle and considerate husband had suddenly become emperor, she was ambushed along the way and locked in a dark room, where she was tortured for days.
