It was snowing in the capital in the twelfth lunar month, and the cold wind from Shattered Yuxuan could not dissipate the frost from my eyes.
Shen Zhiyi died in Caishikou, and Su Jingwan survived.
She entered the harem with a secret scented powder, used her weakness and humility to hide her murderous intentions, and walked alone amidst the battles between cosmetics and powder, and the undercurrent of the court.
Agarwood, plum cakes, mugwort, ambergris... Every wisp of smoke is a bargaining chip for her revenge.
The emperor lowered his eyes, lusting after the cold medicinal fragrance on her body, but he didn't know that there was a lot of blood hidden under that touch of tenderness.
Thousands of miles deep in the palace, a woman's body can be locked, but the unresolved blood feud cannot be locked.
It was only when the dust settled that she realized that this golden cage had already locked up her original intention and love.
