The Emperor's Beloved

The palace was already in chaos.

Chaotic footsteps, chaotic voices, chaotic clashing of gold and jade, chaotic pearls scattered across the floor, rolling into an endless abyss of despair.

Wen Xining, who had seemed like a wooden statue, suddenly came to life and watched this grand, turbulent drama unfold.

The palace maids and eunuchs passing by hurried to pick up the scattered jewels. They paused only when they noticed her.

They cautiously glanced up, gradually growing bolder. They spat at her in contempt, called her a wicked consort, then walked away without looking back, bundles in their arms.

It was as if a sudden shaft of light had pierced her heart and illuminated her soul. Wen Xining had a vague premonition of what was about to happen.

"You wretch!" The emperor strode toward her with a sword in hand. "I have always treated you and your brother well. Is this how you repay me?"

Wen Xining said nothing.

Today, there was no one left to do her hair.

Wen Xining thought: She was going to die.

Theme: If you are alive, you must make a difference