Gong Shangxue

The year I entered the palace, I had just turned fifteen. On the day of the draft, His Majesty took one look at me through the bead curtain and decided my position. Others envy me for reaching the sky in one step, but only I know it - he is looking at another person through me. They said that I was like a quack doctor that His Majesty met when he was young. I saved his life, warmed his heart, and finally died on the snowy night before he ascended the throne. But later I learned that no one could tell clearly who the medical woman was and where her home was. It turned out that the person in His Majesty's heart was a dream weaved by him. And I, Su Lingyi, was just a piece of snow that he grabbed casually when he woke up from his dream. In this cannibalistic palace, I learned sword dancing with the noble concubine, read leisurely books with the concubine De, secretly opened a small stove with the concubine Shu, and played the pipa with Zhaoyi, who was born in Leji. We don't fight for favor, we don't harm others, we just stay together within this red wall, stay warm, and enjoy the hardships. Your Majesty is a wise king, but not a good man. He gave us glory and wealth, but he could not give us sincerity; he trapped us in our lives, but he also trapped himself. Many years later, I became the Queen Mother, sitting on the Taishi chair, watching another group of young girls walk into the palace gate. Snow has fallen again. Very much like when I was fifteen years old.