Three years after the new emperor ascended the throne, there was an undercurrent in the harem. The day Su Wanqing climbed up from the corner of the cold palace, what she held in her hand was not rouge and gouache, but half an old account book stained with blood. The queen is sitting on the phoenix throne, the noble concubine is always favored, and the four concubines and nine concubines are all eyeing that little bit of favor and planning. She lowered her eyes and smiled - well, the chessboard was big enough to be worthy of the game she was risking her life on.
