When Wei Zhao was dragged down from the phoenix throne, the golden hairpin scraped against the white jade steps. The harsh sound could not suppress Concubine Liu's proud chuckle.
"Wei's conspiracy, the evidence is conclusive -"
The ink on the edict was still fresh, but the heads of her father and brother had already rolled down on Zhuque Street.
Blood seeped into the gaps between the green bricks, winding like a snake, and slowly crawled towards Wei Zhao's cheek, who was pinned to the ground.
The abolition of the imperial edict is not the end of the story.
Lingnan, filled with miasma and fog, was the first square of her end game.
