The Abandoned Concubine in the Cold Palace Takes the Emperor to Eat Hot Pot

When red oil rolls in the ice-cracked porcelain bowl, a secret that transcends life and death awakens deep in the cold palace. Covered with frost and snow, the grass is like a halberd. She was once the light of the modern apricot forest, but now she is trapped among the ruins. If fate throws her into the abyss, she will use needles as swords and medicine as shields to carve out a glimmer of hope in this stern dynasty. When she first came to the cold palace, rotten leaves and dust danced together, but she planted the first mint plant beside the dry well. Her hand once held a scalpel, but now she makes medicine, turning the freckle cream into moonlight color, and the whitening cream into pear blossom white, and quietly flows into the deep palace cosmetics market. The turning point begins with a bowl of spicy hot pot. The butter is boiling with Sichuan peppercorns and dried chili peppers, and the aroma goes straight into the imperial study. After Emperor Xiao Jin tasted it, he was no longer satisfied with the old light meal, and began to listen to the "science" and "logic" in her mouth. But every new step comes with a price. The concubines created a dark web to plunge her into silence again; the courtiers questioned her prescriptions and regarded the new medical techniques as heresy. She fought with the envoys with words and swung her words as sharply as a sword; when the plague swept through the city, she went to the affected areas in person and used the herbs in her hands for as long as she could. She never relied on a golden finger, but relied on her perseverance and wisdom to tear a crack of light in the feudal iron curtain. When the old order collides with new ideas, and when one person shakes thousands of years of etiquette, who can say that change is not another form of salvation?