"The moonlight in Yongxi Palace did not illuminate the gutter of the laundry department. She, Shen Qingtang, squatted on the bluestone and scrubbed her palace clothes. There was blood between her fingernails. Her mother-in-law scolded her as 'the remnant of sinners', and her concubines laughed at her. "An ant in the mud", but who would have thought that this little palace maid who is always lowering her head to wipe the floor has already engraved the direction of the harem and the emperor's thoughts into her bones and blood? The other party's maid gave the message, and the conspiracy came back to her. Was the emperor suspicious? She held a bowl of soothing soup and opened the heart that had been frozen for twenty years with half-truths and half-false stories. When the phoenix seal fell on her palm, everyone finally understood that there was no shortage of chess pieces in this deep palace. What was missing was the chess player who dared to hold the whole palace in his hands. "
