"A merchant's daughter is lowborn. How dare she dream of becoming an imperial consort?" The noble families' daughters looked down on her.
"A blade is just a blade. How can you bargain with Us? Duan, whether thunderous wrath or gentle rain, all is the emperor's grace." The emperor used her.
"Duan, you have plotted against the imperial heir. Have her sent to the Cold Palace at once."
What a fine thing, this thunderous wrath and gentle rain, all the emperor's grace.
She had only wanted to protect her sister for the rest of her life, but disaster struck from within the family, and her sister died tragically.
Was a merchant's daughter truly so lowborn? Duan Yuchu was determined to make the future ruler of this dynasty bear the Duan bloodline.
