She was once the most humble pawn of the Qing Dynasty. An Lingrong was cautious and cautious all his life, but he was still a plaything in the hands of others, and eventually he committed suicide by swallowing apricots. When she opened her eyes again, she went back to the day when her fate changed. The mask of meekness and cowardice remains, but the ambition in his eyes has caught fire. The Queen wants to use her as a knife? The emperor regarded her as a plaything? Zhen Huan's kindness is a mountain? In this life, she doesn't want favor or love. Spices are her scepter, and scheming is her armor. She wants these square palace walls to never trap her again! From concubine to regent queen mother, from hanging curtain to reigning over the world. When the ministers knelt down and worshiped, shouting "Long Live the Mountain", she stood in front of the dragon chair, gently stroked the armrest of the dragon chair, and smiled softly at the man who once controlled her destiny: "Your Majesty, look - I can't tolerate these thousands of miles of country?"
