She drank poisoned wine from the cold palace, and when she opened her eyes again, she was lying in the green belt of an old apartment. The heavy rain soaked through her crimson court dress, which was embroidered with peonies.
Shen Qingyan, the abandoned concubine of the Great Yao Dynasty, was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but could not use a microwave oven. She did not dare to touch the light switch and asked on her mobile phone, "Is this thing edible?" The man who took her in was a taciturn architect who was cold and careful. He wrote her name on the edge of the drawing: "Natural light - when she was writing by the window, the light came from behind."
She used her good calligraphy skills honed over fifteen years in the palace to find a foothold in the modern world, and also found her name and a plaque filled with gold paint. As for those old friends who came after her from Dayao - the maid who ran into the wall for her, the cook who froze to death in the laundry room, the guard who knelt outside the cold palace gate - she wrote them down one by one with pen and ink and hung them on the wall.
This is the story of an ancient imperial concubine finding herself in the modern world. There is no palace fighting for revenge, just a pink rabbit cup, a plate of over-fried vegetables, and a person who is willing to finish the vegetables.
