>Shen Qingwu knelt on the frozen soil of Leng Palace and burned paper. The severe cough caused by the cold stained the plain handkerchief red.
>The new medical officer frowned and asked for her pulse, but she lowered her eyes and lied about an old illness.
"For wind and cold, two patches of medicine will be enough." The imperial physician ordered.
In the corner of the dark night, she mixed three flavors of cold palace herbs.
Early the next morning, the imperial doctor ordered him to vomit blood and die suddenly, alarming the imperial city.
"This disease is rare, and the lesions in the palace must be thoroughly investigated." The new imperial edict suppressed all investigations.
She stared at the remaining powder in her palm - ten years of purgatory, just for this silent murder.
The harem officials summoned her late at night, but she hid the poison in the rouge box given to her opponent.
The moment her fingertips touched the dowry, she saw a pair of familiar eyes reflected in the bronze mirror outside the palace.
