In the autumn of the 60th year of Qianlong's reign, Fucha Rongxi entered the palace as a noblewoman with a yellow flag.
>At the age of thirteen, she was wearing a crimson wedding dress. When she was carried into the side door of Shenwu Gate, her heart was full of family glory.
>On the night she went to bed, the eighty-year-old emperor suddenly died as soon as his skinny hands touched her skirt.
>Rong Xi froze on the dragon bed, with her front half open, listening to the eunuch's changing cries that echoed through the Forbidden City.
>After being widowed for half a month, the new emperor sent her to a nunnery in the suburbs of Beijing.
>Three years after Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, she thought her life would be buried here.
>Until the heavy rains poured down in the year of Guihai, the roaring flash floods broke down the nunnery walls.
>She knows that if she survives this time, there will be no Fucha Rong Xi in this world...
