Begonia Chunshen

In the spring of the third year of Dasheng's reign, in the backyard of the county government office in Wuxian County, Pingjiang Prefecture, begonia flowers were in full bloom. Fifteen-year-old Shen Tang put the jade button carved by his mother close to his body and boarded the draft carriage heading north. She originally thought that the deep palace was just another courtyard where she only had to keep her duties and live a gentle life. It wasn't until the moment she stepped into the red wall of Sheng Palace that she understood - the flowers here must be watered with blood; the road here must be walked on people's hearts. She came from the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. She had no prominent family background and no noble people to rely on. The only thing she had was the three-point administrative vision taught to her by her father, and the sobriety and pride taught to her by her mother. The emperor's kindness is great, but it is like a deep seaweed in spring. The more it blooms, the closer it is to withering. In this splendid cage, she not only has to survive, but also needs to be someone she can rely on.