When Shen Qingyi was framed and thrown into the cold palace, she almost lost her baby. Three years later, she waited for death in a leaky shabby house with her three-year-old son in her arms. The son suddenly leaned down and said something in her ear, his voice was young but frighteningly calm: Concubine, the emperor will pass by the West Corner Gate tomorrow, you just need to fall down. She thought the child had a fever and was talking nonsense. The next day, the emperor really came. What made her even more flustered was that her three-year-old son not only predicted everything, but also smiled innocently. From that day on, she found that everything the child said came true. The mice in the cold palace will not survive tonight. The eunuch delivering the meal has stolen something. Which concubine will Concubine Wei frame tomorrow? But when Shen Qingyi finally cheered up and was about to expose all the conspiracy, her son grabbed her by the corner of her clothes: Mother and concubine, don't worry, there is someone behind her. You can endure it for two more days.
