In the winter of the nineteenth year of Yonghe, three inches of snow accumulated on the glazed tiles of Leng Palace. Su Yuwan was leaning in front of the drafty carved wooden window. The gold-inlaid jade bracelet on her wrist knocked against the chipped green brick, making a soft and clear sound. This was the hairpin gift that Xiao Jingheng personally put on for her back then, but now it was covered with ice cracks, much like the seven-year relationship between her and him that had been torn to pieces.
In a conspiracy, all the loyal members of the Su family were killed. She was falsely accused of treason, drank poisonous wine, and died unjustly. However, fate gave her a chance to be reborn. She returned to the spring of the twelfth year of Yonghe, the year when she became a noble concubine.
This time, she is no longer a pawn at the mercy of others, but has to take control of her own destiny. She worked step by step to resolve many crises, supported her son to ascend the throne, and became a virtuous queen herself, leaving her name in history. She wanted those who had hurt her to pay the price, and let this man-eating palace pay for its debt with blood!
When the truth was revealed to the world, she stood on a high place, overlooking the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but there was only an emptiness in her heart. She knew that some things could never be undone.
