She was the canary raised by the powerful regent, locked in a cage made of brocade with dark iron chains. Until that day, she held half of the hairpin in her throat and chuckled: "If the prince forces me again, I will only get a corpse." Later, the whole capital saw the regent, who never lost his composure, running barefoot in the snow, rummaging through every dark alley like crazy, while on the flower tower with lanterns hanging high across the street, she was sending grapes into the lips of the new No. 1 Scholar with her jade feet raised.
