“The moment Consort Hua forced safflower down her throat, Lin Wan’s lawyer’s license burned to ash in her mind. She had actually transmigrated into Qi Yuebin, the dying Consort Duan from Empresses in the Palace!
The original Qi Yuebin was supposed to spend twenty years coughing blood in the Cold Palace? Lin Wan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and ran her fingers over the Great Qing Code hidden in her sleeve. If she’d become a pawn in this deep palace, then she would be the one moving the pieces!
First, she would exploit Nian Gengyao’s vulnerability, his overwhelming military achievements, and hand Consort Hua a blade to slit her throat. Then she would use Yongzheng’s snake-like suspicion to tear away his false image of a loving emperor.
As for Yunli, who was always playing his flute by the eaves... She looked at the faded jade token they had exchanged as a pledge and smiled. This time, I’ll be your trial, and your light.”
