In the 16th year of Yong'an, the prince was deposed and the whole family was relegated to the cold palace. I, the former princess Zhao Zhao, fell from the clouds into the quagmire overnight. The concubine who used to hold me in her arms brought me "heart-warming" rotten rice, and my jealous sisters who used to be jealous of me brought me thin shirts that "warmed out the cold". They were all waiting to see me cry, to see me die, to see me and my six-year-old brother rot inside this palace wall. They don't know that the cold palace is the best school.
