When the moonlight penetrated the nine-layered palace, I clutched the last piece of my mother's concubine's broken elixir, and the warm blue crystals pierced into my palms. The only saint with an imperial lineage in the history of the Red Fox Clan is currently huddled outside the Daqing Hall.
"To cut the grass, we need to get rid of the roots." The sneer under the black crown of my father's father froze the whole hall.
I suddenly laughed out loud - how ridiculous, my biological father actually wanted to take my life.
But it doesn't matter, since you can't kill me, I will dye the imperial city's red walls... Inch by inch crimson.
