The day Liu Yunwei, the daughter of a fifth-rank petty official, stepped into the palace gate, the jade token she carried was cracked with hidden lines. The peacock silk silk worn by Lin Yueyao, the niece of the imperial concubine, the poison-proof fragrant beads presented by the queen, and the rose cake mixed with cinnabar in the imperial dining room, every piece of "grace" has become a talisman. With her left hand, she held the bluffing lady Su Wanqing to hide from the hidden arrows, and with her right hand, she pinched the poisonous handkerchief of Xu Caiwei, the embroiderer of the Shang Palace Bureau, and turned the chess game of the Six Palaces upside down with her smiling eyes - the imperial concubine's Dongzhu steps were hidden in the red crane crown, the queen's gilded phoenix hairpin was used to quench the heart-broken powder, and the antidote herbs she buried in the imperial garden eventually became a cinnabar mole on the emperor's heart. Among the mottled palace walls, who is not someone else's knife?
Purpose: Aren't you tired of fighting every day?