Lin Yitan was clutching a freshly issued lottery ticket worth a hundred million yuan. Before she could even laugh, she tumbled into a dry well.
When she opened her eyes again, she had become a low-ranking maid who had just entered the palace of the Dayong Dynasty.
Facing a vicious beating from the cruel head matron, she pulled out a gold bracelet she wore close to her skin. “Auntie, will this cover the price of my life?”
In the middle of the night, a mad consort from the Cold Palace grabbed her by the throat. “If you can’t decipher the Xuanji Diagram, you’ll be buried with me!”
