The Legend of Zhen Huan: Cao Qinmo Travels Back in Time to the Time of the Blood Test for Kinship

A few ripples spread across the teacup in the glass. Cao Qinmo abruptly opened her eyes, the tea stalk she had just snapped still clinging to her fingertips. Before her was not the dark, poisoned wine of the Cold Palace, but the rising ambergris from the warm chamber of Yongshou Palace, the strange aroma of ginseng soup mixed with herbs swirling around her nose. "What's wrong, Consort Cao? You were fine just now, why are your hands suddenly trembling?" The Empress's gentle yet icy voice rang in her ears. Cao Qinmo stiffened and slowly raised her head. On the rosewood table in the center of the warm chamber, a white porcelain bowl held half a cup of water. Su Peisheng stood bowing, holding a silver hairpin.