A Noble Girl from a Poor Family, Jin Hanmei

[She was once a noble lady who shocked the capital, but once she was overthrown, her jade was shattered into pieces. Shen Qingyi dragged his broken bones and clutched the blood-stained Phoenix Sword tightly, looking at the leaden sky for the last time in the wind and snow in the abandoned garden of Lu Mansion. The bloody fire in the Shen family, Pei Yan's farewell eyes, the emperor's indifferent chess game... All the deep-seated hatred and obsession were finally frozen into powder by the endless cold. [The sword in the palm of the past is now sand in the fingers. The phoenix sword fell into the deep snow, and the cold light was annihilated. [Half a volume of bloody account books is a shocking conspiracy that she could not uncover even after spending the rest of her life. Behind the closed red door of Huguo Temple, under the blood-stained jade steps of the East Palace, in the shadow of the poisonous snake spitting letters in the Yin room - she used her body as a chess player, weeping blood every step of the way, just to earn a truth in the whirlpool of imperial power. But when the wind and snow swallowed up the last bit of body temperature, the cold pool reflected her dissipated afterimage... Only then did she understand that from the moment the noble girl became an abandoned son, her struggles, her pride, and her unspoken love and hatred were just a handful of insignificant dust under the power of power. [The remaining paper at the fingertips is like a butterfly with broken wings, swept into the vastness. The corner of the account book that was soaked in blood and tears was the last, silent questioning she left to this world-eating person. [The wind and snow bury the lonely dragon, and the cold pond ashes the cold plum blossoms. This chess game, in which the world was at stake, ended up... Burying her.