Before the Yutang flowers faded, she already knew that she would have to live on the edge of a knife in this life.
Her sister's body was still cold, so she entered the palace wearing a light veil.
The ups and downs of the harem, deep kindness is like honey, and ruthless love is like a knife.
She saluted, laughed, played the piano, and embroidered——
But stitch by stitch, all the blood was embroidered.
On the night when His Majesty turned over her sign, the golden tent was lowered and the firelight flickered.
She lay in his arms, still holding the unfinished embroidered flowers in her fingertips.
——"You think I'm here to ask for favors?"
——"I'm just asking, where were you standing three years ago."
Intention: Hiding the edge in love, using favor as a sword, and making wise plans to achieve success