A Ling was reborn on the night before she was killed.
In her previous life, she was the personal maid of Rong Yan, the duke's legitimate daughter. A concubine murdered the mistress of the household, and A Ling's mother died to avenge her. She and her young mistress endured endless abuse in the manor before finally being silenced.
When A Ling opened her eyes again, she was back in the woodshed, with nothing but a rusty iron nail and a few hours left before dawn.
She turned the tables in a single night and brought down the concubine over the course of a hundred chapters. As the concubine died, she shrieked, “The people in the palace will never let you live!”
A Ling remembered.
From the duke's manor to the imperial palace, from maid to the power behind the scenes, she led her timid and helpless young mistress all the way into the Eastern Palace.
When a candidate consort tried to poison someone, A Ling made her suffer the consequences instead.
When the Noble Consort planted spies, A Ling made the Eastern Palace as impenetrable as a fortress.
When her mistress was accused of an affair, A Ling set a trap that made the slanderer dig her own grave.
With a servant's hands, she raised her mistress step by step to the phoenix throne.
As for Shen Du, the commander of the palace guards who had watched her ever since she entered the palace...
“Who are you, really?”
“I'm my young mistress's maid.”
“No, you're not.”
She gave no answer. She knew he was the only person in this imperial palace who would take a blade for her.
The one who kneels is the one making the moves.
Anyone who stands in the way dies.
