At the age of seventeen, she knelt in front of her enemy's bed, bit her lip until it bled, swallowed it in her stomach, and said to herself - endure it a little longer.
The scent of ambergris made her gag, and when the hand pinched her chin, she smiled so hard that her eyebrows curled up. No one knows what she hides in her sleeves. No one knows that the man sitting on the throne was the murderer who set her mother on fire in Yeting seventeen years ago.
Jiang Wenqi entered the palace not for honor and favor, but just to clear up old cases, clear grievances, and let his mother's name be brought to light again. She came here to fight for her life alone, but she didn't want someone to recognize her in this deep palace after ten years - she was not the only one who was broken up and put back together next to the ruins of Ye Ting.
Concubine Minghua protected her behind her: "I helped you ten years ago, and I will do the same this time."
Queen Anyi spread out a yellowed blood letter in front of the emperor: "Rong Xue Tuogu, I dare not forget."
When the ironclad evidence from the Tribunal Tribunal was piled up on the desk, and when the civil and military officials of the court knelt down to beg the deposed emperor to abdicate, she finally turned seventeen years of forbearance into the final blow - not to kill him, but to expose his crime, so that everyone in the world would know her mother's name, and let the truth that had been destroyed by the fire shine again in front of everyone.
She finally put on a dragon robe with twelve chapters, built an ancestral hall on the ruins where her mother was buried, and told the world: My mother's name is Jiang Rongxue, and she is not a lonely ghost. I spent seventeen years rectifying her name, and for the rest of my life, I will guard the innocence of this world for her.
Purpose: Unjust cases are cleared up and justice is finally achieved. Spring is preserved.