Snow fell on the red wall again. Yixiu touched the Buddhist beads on his wrist, his fingertips felt cold.
In her next life, she was still the neglected concubine, watching her sister marry in glory and become the queen. Only this time, the eyes reflected in the mirror were no longer obsessed with him.
The phoenix position in the past was stained with blood, the family was overturned, and the person beside him never looked back. In this life, she retreated to the corner of the palace, watching newcomers vying for beauty, listening to the undercurrents of power, only keeping her own stability and protecting the people she cared about.
But when that familiar figure knocked on her palace door again on a rainy night, Yi Xiu slowly closed the window - some debts no longer need to be repaid; some people no longer need to wait.
Reader comments
Mainly because I like Yixiu and hope he can win
They are all poor people in the deep palace, especially Yi Xiu, double betrayal
Mainly because I like Yixiu and hope he can win
They are all poor people in the deep palace, especially Yi Xiu, double betrayal