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People say I was the light of Emperor Yongzheng’s life, but the vow we made in the plum grove was crushed long ago beneath the vermilion palace walls. Yixiu’s pregnancy medicine concealed deadly poison, shattering the heart I had softened by yielding again and again out of guilt. Nian Shilan seemed favored and radiant, but she was nothing more than a pawn to keep the Nian family in check.
I stroked the legitimate child in my womb and softly asked, “My lord, do you still remember the red plum blossoms in the grove where we first met?” He paused, then said only, “The weather is turning cold. You should rest.”
It was only when I saw Zhen Huan, whose face resembled mine by seventy or eighty percent, that I finally understood. Gentleness meant a dead end, and weakness was a shackle. In this inner palace, I could either become an early-dead legend at the mercy of others, or turn my embroidery needle into a blade, protect my child, unravel his romantic schemes, and seize the favor he had calculated to give. I am Chunyuan, not a pawn, but the one who breaks the game.
[Inspired by Empresses in the Palace + ancient political intrigue + exclusive, darkening devotion + play the pig to eat the tiger]
The diaphragm has reached me. This is a ghost's pure essence 🤮