After Lin Wan, a doctor of agriculture, became a cold palace and was deposed, he faced not palace fights, but hunger and cold. She dug through the snow and picked up the charred "poison"—potatoes that could yield twenty dan per hour.
The suspicious emperor Xiao Jue regarded her actions as sorcery or conspiracy, and went to the cold palace to investigate in person. But I saw a skinny woman growing peppers in a dilapidated courtyard that the gardener of the previous dynasty could not survive. She used dead branches and leaves to create fertile soil. Her eyes were as clear as a blade: "Your Majesty, I just want more people to have enough to eat."
From then on, the small area of Leng Palace became a testing ground for shaking the foundation of the empire. What she planted was crops, but what she broke was people's hearts; what he wanted was control, but he gained weakness. When spring famine and conspiracy ensue, two souls who should not have met, in the gap between suspicion and survival, jointly give birth to a story that can awaken the entire era.
Simple, warm and quiet