In the Jingren Palace, Ulanara's Yixiu was on the verge of death. Looking back on his life, it was all a matter of last resort... The forced marriage, the forced generosity and virtuousness, and in the end he couldn't even save himself and his son. "I can't give it in. Why am I a concubine? Why does the emperor only love his sister, Honghui?" Go, Your Majesty... Why has the Emperor never been sad once? Who are we, mother and son?" In despair, Yi Xiu finally understood that he was just a pawn in the struggle for imperial power. From the time when he was born as a concubine to his daughter's family, all the way to the empress of the Qing Dynasty, she was just a victim of power. Yi Xiu looked back at her life, and her consciousness began to become more and more blurred. She knew that she was about to die, but she was unwilling to close her eyes like this, and was unwilling to die silently. Gradually, everything in front of me began to become dark... After an unknown amount of time, Yi Xiu slowly opened his eyes, and Jian Qiu's gentle voice came from beside him: "Mother, you're awake..."
