The day she opened her eyes reborn, the white silk still hung from the beams of Jingren Palace. In her previous life, she had bled across the streets without earning even a shred of the Emperor's compassion. This time, she saw Lord Wen, the most upright physician in the Imperial Medical Academy, clench his medicine chest until it splintered, his eyes clouding scarlet. “Your humble servant dares to ask Your Ladyship to trust in people's hearts one more time.” Behind the high walls built from the bones of the dead in the deep palace, she held up her bloodstained nail guards and smiled. This time, she wanted no phoenix crown or bridal robes. She would tear apart the dignity of imperial power and crush the palace's filthy schemes beneath her feet.
When a cold-hearted consort discovers the twenty years of love letters hidden in the Imperial Physician's medical records, and a palm steeped in the scent of medicine wraps around her bloodied fingertips, she realizes that even amid the deep palace's towering waves of malice, it really is possible to find two hearts burning with sincerity.
