Her name is Jiangsu Yun, a village girl from a humble background. Because her family was poor, she was sent to the palace to work as a rough servant and was renamed Yunshuang. In that splendid cage, beauty was her original sin - she was feared by her mistress, coveted by eunuchs, and framed by her peers. A bowl of osmanthus tea won the emperor's glance, but it also laid the foundation for eternal disaster.
The moment she was given poisoned wine and thrown into a mass grave, she thought she was dead. But someone brought her back from hell, at the cost of becoming a pawn for rebellion. From then on, she was the resurrected Langhua, with a new identity and a new appearance, and once again stepped into the man-eating palace city.
From being a slave in clothes to being favored in the Sixth Palace, from being slaughtered to being a desperate counterattack. She loved the emperor and sent him on his way with her own hands; she hated power and intrigue, but had to rise and fall in the conspiracy. Two men, one gave her short-term warmth, the other gave her false promises. And all she wants is to live.
This is a history of the struggle of a duckweed, a record of the ups and downs of a woman in the torrent of fate. When the crabapples bloom deep in the palace wall every year, has the woman named Yunshuang finally found her place?
The body is like duckweed, and the life is like frost and snow. She never wanted much, but in this deep palace, there was no way to survive.
