On the night when the Shen family was destroyed, Shen Yuan crawled out of the dog hole.
Behind him is the blood of seventy-seven lives, and in front of him is the boundless darkness of the cold weather of the twelfth lunar month.
She clutched the jade bracelet that her mother had put into her palm, hid it under the altar table in the ruined temple for three days and nights, and ate the dried steamed buns offered to the dead.
Then she made a decision.
No more escaping.
She wants to enter the capital and the palace, starting from the lowest level as a palace maid in coats.
She doesn't want justice. Don't pity. Not even in a hurry for revenge.
What she wants is power.
——Only power can make everyone kneel before her.
Everyone said that Prince Xiao Yan was as gentle as jade and was the most compassionate master in this deep palace.
Shen Yuan knelt in front of him, raised her head, and showed a proper, shy and grateful smile.
It took her three years to climb from the Clothing Bureau to the East Palace.
It took another three years to transform from the paper kite in the prince's hand to the man holding the string.
Xiao Yan thought he had raised an obedient canary.
The line is in his hand, and he can put it as high as he wants.
Until one day he looked down -
What was tied to the other end of the thread was not a canary, but a dagger pressed against his heart.
"Your Highness, feelings are the cheapest bargaining chip."
Shen Yuan smiled and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, without any warmth in his eyes.
"And my chip—it was never true."
Intention: When a woman loses everything, she can choose not to forgive, not to reconcile, not to be moved, and only do one thing - win.