The Legend of Mao Concubine

Each stitch and thread embroiders the girl's expectation for stability and her obedience to fate. The spring in Yanzhao is deep and the flowers are blooming, but her life has just opened the first page, with unknown confusion and a faint light. There is a wisp of smoke with a yellow flag in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and a shadow in the deep palace of Yongdi. She is the Song family, the concubine of the Yongzheng Dynasty, an ordinary but tenacious harem woman who has been hidden in the volumes of Qing history. In the twenty-seventh year of Kangxi's reign, in her prime, she entered Prince Yong's palace as a princess. She had no protection from aristocratic family and no beautiful appearance. She could only live a gentle and respectful life. With her exquisite embroidery skills and delicate thoughts, she lived a stable life in the undercurrent of the palace's backyard. When she first received the emperor's favor, she also had a wish to survive, but her wishes were not fulfilled and her two daughters died one after another, crushing all her hopes. The pain of losing her daughter smoothed away the youthfulness between her eyebrows, and also made her realize that the honor and favor in the palace were all false. When Yongzheng ascended the throne, she was named Mao's concubine and lived in a side hall of the deep palace. She did not envy the concubine Nian's unrivaled favor, nor did she envy the concubine Xi's motherly appearance. She only guarded a courtyard, copied scriptures and prayed for blessings, made tea and embroidered handkerchiefs. In the turbulent harem, she guarded her true nature and took care of herself. She has seen the ups and downs of concubines, and the ups and downs of the government. She has experienced the Kang and Yong dynasties, from an ignorant concubine to a quiet concubine. She has no prominent family background in her life, no prince by her side, and she has not been a concubine in her life. However, she found a stable and good death in the shadow of swords and swords in the deep palace. A wisp of black hair boils into snow, and all the rest of my life is like smoke. This is a story that belongs to the Maobin Song family. It has nothing to do with the power in the harem or the ups and downs of legends. It is just an ordinary harem woman who, amidst the shackles of time and class, held on to the tiny warmth and survived the long loneliness, leaving a faint trace in the dust of history. I am lucky enough to meet you when I first started writing. 🧧 As a new author who has just entered the industry, it is a great joy to be seen by you and willing to stay. Thank you to every little cutie who is willing to click and read to the end. The new year is coming, I wish you all peace and success in everything. I will continue to work hard to write better stories and accompany you on a longer journey.

Multi-dimensional description, real and delicate emotions! Super pretty!

It looks good, the storyline is quite attractive, the characters are well-drawn, and I look forward to the follow-up [shy]