The East Wall

From the Eastern Palace to the imperial harem, from a secondary consort to the empress, that single step cost her her entire life.

It turned out that the moral integrity she had upheld all her life meant nothing at all in the face of life and death.

Even when she desired nothing and fought for nothing, the framing, treachery, and palace schemes never let up.

It turned out that even the closest family in the imperial palace could become a stepping stone at any moment when power was at stake.

Even those bound to her by blood were no more than insignificant pieces on a chessboard.

It turned out that even the so-called virtues of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, and ritual could one day come crashing down in her heart...