The wind in the Forbidden City never stops, and the green-glazed Suan Ni incense burner in the east wing of Chengqian Palace breathes incense from the pear tent all day long. Guarjia Wenyuan stroked the red gold-dotted emerald butterfly hairpin in the dowry for the fifth time, and suddenly heard a long and loud sound coming from the direction of Broken Yuxuan from outside. A few broken petals of oleander floated outside the palace wall, and they fell on the "Women's Rules" she had copied with cinnabar last night, staining the writing like blood.
During the draft that year, when her father E Min whispered "the glory of the Guarjia family" in her ear, she didn't know what she would exchange for these six words. The bowl of Bizi soup handed over from Jingren Palace was so hot that the palms of her hands trembled. The gilded armor on the Queen's fingertips scratched her newly made Shu brocade flag: "Qi Bin, you want to be the sharpest knife in this palace."
Until the bricks of Xianfu Palace seeped into the blood letter of his brother's exile to Ning Guta, until Princess Longyue tore into pieces the quilt of her descendants and grandchildren that she had sewn with her own hands, until she was shocked to see Suiyuxuan's ghost-like figure approaching step by step on a rainy night. When the nine consecutive golden rings fell to pieces on the stone steps of the cold palace, she finally saw that she was just an abandoned piece soaked in spices on the chessboard.
"Have you ever heard of the civet cat swapping for the prince?" The maid of the Huanyi Bureau chuckled while holding her robe stained with ambergris. The moonlight illuminated the pear dimple on her left cheek that was very similar to Queen Chunyuan's. The red walls of the Forbidden City began to seep water marks. This time, Gualjia Wenyuan wanted to personally overturn this murderous Zhenlong chess game.
