I clearly remember that I was arranging succulents on the rooftop of the flower shop. The jade dew that had been growing in the pot for five years suddenly bloomed. I went over to smell it - and then I didn't know anything else.
After struggling to sit up, I realized that I was lying on a hard wooden board, covered with a ragged quilt that was thin enough to allow light to pass through. The room was empty, except for a table, a stool, and a cracked clay pot in the corner.
What the hell is this place?
"Are you awake?"
A high-pitched voice came from outside the door, and then the door was pushed open, and a woman in dusty palace clothes walked in. She was in her early twenties, with undisguised disgust on her face. She was holding a bowl of dark stuff in her hand, and when she put it on the table, a few drops spilled out.
"Concubine Yun has asked my slave to bring you medicine." She said the word "concubine" in her mouth, but her tone was not respectful at all, and she deliberately prolonged the ending, "Drink it, don't die in this cold palace, it's bad luck."
Cold palace?
A lot of memories that didn't belong to me suddenly flooded into my mind, like someone pouring a bucket of paste into my head. Shen Qingtang, the daughter of the Prime Minister, entered the palace as a queen at the age of sixteen, was deposed and relegated to the cold palace at the age of eighteen, and is now nineteen years old. The reason for deposing was "immorality, jealousy, and coveting the throne", but in fact it was because Emperor Xiao Yan had been on the throne for three years and wanted to eradicate the Prime Minister's party, and she, the queen, happened to be the Prime Minister's daughter.
