The cold palace steward loved the queen so much that he strangled a crazy concubine to death with a swing rope for her.
Later, she gave me a pearl hairpin and told me to run for my life.
I didn't leave, but used the hairpin to pry open the bloodiest truth about this dynasty.
Purpose: This article aims to write about the watch and resistance of women in the deep palace in desperate situations. Through the perspective of the cold palace maid Ling Jiao, a silent revenge woven by "marginal people" such as a mad concubine, abolitionist slaves, and palace maids is revealed. It is not only about intrigues and competition for favor, but also about a profound friendship that transcends identity and life and death, and how individuals use themselves as torches to burn away hypocrisy and injustice under the cannibalism system, and finally illuminate the glimmer of the road to freedom.