Dressed as a concubine who was sold into the palace by her aunt.
There is no golden finger at the beginning, only one sentence left by the grandmother: "In this palace, don't trust anyone except yourself."
In the past, the Queen Mother gave poisoned meals, and in the later Queen, she set up a deadly trap.
I have no way out, I can only go forward step by step.
In six years, I went from being the lowest servant to becoming the master of Fengyi Palace.
Everyone knows that I am uniquely favored by the Holy Spirit, but they don't know that what the Nine-Five Master loves is not my face, but the knife in my hand that can balance the harem for him.
He gives me authority, and I give him peace.
If I become queen in the future, I will only have two people to protect:
One is the eldest son of the emperor, Chengan, whom I gave birth to during my ten-month pregnancy.
One is the emperor who lent me half a candle when I was in trouble.
This is not a story about fighting for favor;
This is the story of how a woman lived as a palace in a deep palace of cannibalism.
Intention: Insight into world affairs is knowledge, and understanding of human feelings is writing. Real strength lies in the ability to protect one's inner warmth and the peace of one's family and country even after scheming.