Lu Jin will always remember the day he died.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, heavy snow seals the mountains. She knelt on the cold floor tiles of the Lu family ancestral hall, her kneecaps hurting from the cold, her forehead hit the stone tiles, blood dripped down her brow bone, and her left eye was covered.
"Sister, why did you steal your mother's Hetian jade bracelet?"
Lu Wanqing stood in front of her, wearing a moon-white brocade jacket and a silver mouse skin jacket, which made her face even whiter and clearer. She leaned forward slightly and her tone was as gentle as coaxing a child: "That's a relic left by my mother to me. If you like it, just tell me. Why... Sigh."
The sigh was soft, but it felt like a knife in Lu Jin's ears.
With her mind and forbearance, she managed step by step amid the strife of imperial power and feuds in the imperial family, and finally rose to the throne of phoenix from the humble beginnings of a concubine, taking charge of the Sixth Palace.
