In a dry well in the cold palace, a hand covered with bloodstains suddenly stretched out, and a thin body crawled out with determined eyes.
She was originally a little palace maid serving an abandoned concubine in the cold palace. She was forced to die in a dry well, but she unexpectedly learned the secret of the dry well.
Who is willing to live his life as an insignificant cannon fodder? Who is willing to live his whole life by looking at the faces of his concubines?
She has already died once. Now that the sky has given her a chance to see the light of day again, she will no longer be at the mercy of the so-called fate.