Inside the red wall, there are all man-eating ghosts.
Wei Mingshu died on the winter night of the thirteenth year of Daqijinghe.
A glass of poisonous wine ended her life from Zhaoyi to deposed concubine.
Before she died, she heard the eunuch's shrill voice: "The Wei family conspired to rebel, and everyone in the family was executed -"
She stared wide-eyed as she watched the emperor who once held her in his arms turn around and leave, watched Li Wanyi, who called herself "sister", cover her lips and smile softly, and watched the queen and concubine look on with cold eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the age of fifteen, the night before entering the palace draft.
This time, she doesn't want favor, she doesn't want sincerity, she just wants power.
Those who had harmed her or wronged her, she would send them to hell one by one.
But when she took every step and finally stood on the top of the palace wall——
The emperor who once looked on with cold eyes asked her with red eyes: "Mingshu, have you ever been half sincere in this life?"
Wei Mingshu looked at the phoenix seal in her hand and smiled softly.
"Your Majesty, can we talk sincerely within the red wall?"
"It's better to talk about life and death."
——From Zhaoyi to the Queen Mother, she walked a bloody road. And the end of the road is not the love of an emperor, but the power that no one dares to make her kneel down.
