The snow in the cold palace was falling rapidly, and Shen Zhiwei's fingers curled up on the straw mat finally trembled.
She looked at the drafty beams above her head, and her throat felt as if there was a ball of frozen cotton wool.
When the last bowl of cold porridge in the imperial kitchen was thrown on her face three days ago, she could still hear the sneers of the palace people. Yesterday, a bullfinch bumped into the window lattice. She struggled to crawl over to catch it to satisfy her hunger, but she fainted the moment she touched the bird's claws.
At this moment, even the pain was blurred, and there was only a fire burning in her heart - it was the hatred that she couldn't swallow.
With a "squeak" sound, the broken door was kicked open.
Shen Zhi's slightly cloudy eyes moved and saw the hem of a silver-red skirt embroidered with golden phoenixes all over the floor.
The pearl on the phoenix crown hung down, shining a dazzling light in front of her eyes.
"Awei, do you think this phoenix crown matches me?" Shen Wanrou's voice was so sweet that she rubbed the back of her hand with the tips of her shoes, "The prince said that the concubine wore red, but what's wrong with the main concubine wearing it?"
