In the spring of the third year of Yuanzhen, under the chopped crabapple tree, the legitimate daughter Song Xi painted the last touch of cinnabar with blood and tears.
In the back house of the Minister of Rites, the thirteen-year-old Song Xi is writing and cutting edge in the whirlpool of doting on concubines and destroying wives.
The aunt's mother vomited blood and guarded the crumbling main courtyard, the aunt concealed a knife in her smile and tried to seize the position of mistress, and the concubine's peacock golden hairpin pierced her collection of paintings. Until that day, she stuffed the fragments of the royal tea cup into the palm of her concubine, raised her eyes and caught the playful gaze of the young man in Xuanyi behind the wisteria flower stand——
The dragon jade pendant around the man's waist turned slightly, and the secret guard followed him like a shadow.
In the Jiuchong Palace, the third prince Zhao Huanting was playing chess and sneering.
The witchcraft puppet at the imperial concubine's birthday party, the crabapple totem painted with blood under the albizia tree, the Miaojiang poison hidden in the pills... When all the clues pointed to the girl with her back straight in the rain, he saw Gonggongsha, who was exactly the same as his mother, in her chained wrist.
"You want the position in the East Palace, I will fight for you."
"What I want is never Fengguanxiapei."
"Then paint these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers with me."
