When he was fifteen years old, Jing Bei tasted hatred in the pickle vat.
The wedding banquet in Qingfeng Village became a Shura venue, and the blood of her senior brothers soaked the sweet-scented osmanthus candy in her sleeves.
The fourth senior brother who always liked to ridicule her peach blossom hairpin personally put the poisoned dagger into the adoptive father's heart, but let her huddled in the vegetable cellar go.
Disguised as a slave, lurking in the imperial city.
When Jing Bei finally climbed into the position of the Seventh Prince's pillow, he bumped into his old friend in his enemy's study——
The pale and sickly Mr. Staff had old scars on his wrists like moons, and hidden under the gold-painted mandala were the tooth marks from when he sucked snake venom for her when he was young.
It turns out that this game of chess had already been decided twenty years ago:
The leader of Meiren Village was a musician from the former dynasty, and his adoptive father was responsible for the secrets of the royal family.
And that fourth senior brother who always stuffed Gu worms into her candies,
He was actually the orphan of the former Taifu, the one with whom she shared a blood feud...
Each hive is a prison, and honey and arsenic come from the same source.
When Jingbei played the lost "Guangling San",
The strings cut not only the enemy's throat,
And the sugar soaked in blood that was hidden in the honeycomb when I was a boy.
"I want this change of imperial power to be a wedding dress, and I want all the conspirators to drown in a pool of their own blood——
The last glass of poisonous wine, the tombstone carved with honeycomb pattern on the cliff of Sukeng Mountain. "
Purpose: Putting oneself first