In the third year of Yongzhao, she knelt on the cold stone floor of the laundry bureau.
No one knew she was the daughter of a physician at the Imperial Medical Bureau, whose family had been destroyed overnight before she was sold into the palace as a servant.
No one knew she had hands that could save lives and a heart that refused to give in.
From the laundry bureau to the emperor's side, from palace maid to empress:
In three years, she traveled a road that takes others thirty.
And the cold-faced emperor, once indifferent to women, came to dote on one alone.
“You're not afraid of me?”
“This servant wouldn't dare.”
“But there's no fear in your eyes.”
