Words About the Disfigurement: Leng Gong Rouge Snow

She was once a peach blossom blooming in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. As soon as she entered the palace, she was shocked to realize that the spring scenery was all an illusion. Favor is a knife, rouge is poison. On the night when the plum blossoms cut off her soul, she was stripped of her beautiful clothes, crushed into the cold palace, and buried with blood and snow. But when the eunuch screamed and decreed death, she dabbed her lips with impatiens juice and used the broken bronze mirror as a bright moon—— "Since my destiny is over, I will bring it to an end with my own hands." Write down the most tragic and splendid night in the harem: Every whip mark is her medal, every drop of poisonous wine is her crown.