When Shen Jinghan died, his bones were stuffed into a three-foot pottery altar and thrown into the imperial mausoleum mass grave.
She is the legitimate daughter of the Zhenguo General's Mansion. She was once favored in the harem, but her family was destroyed and she drank poison. When the poisonous wine entered her throat, she saw clearly the hypocrisy of the person next to her, remembered the viciousness of the "sisters", and could not forget the indifference of the civil and military officials of the court who looked on coldly.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw that it was the year I was fifteen, the wintersweet had just begun to bloom, and my house was in good condition.
The temperature in the palm of my hand is real, the maid's cry is real, and the fragrance of plum blossoms brought by my father is also real.
This time, she is no longer the innocent girl who misplaced her sincerity. Shen Jinghan crawled back from the ossuary altar, with only bone-chilling coldness and all-burning hatred in his eyes.
Entering the palace? She goes.
Competing for favor? She wants it.
Those who owed the Shen family blood debt, those who pushed her into the abyss, she would send them to hell one by one with a smile.
The authority in the Jinluan Palace, the secrets in the harem, she was careful every step of the way, and she kept track of all the traps. Some people say she is cruel, others say she is cold, but who knows, every step she takes steps on the blood and tears of her previous life.
It's just that in this life, she is no longer someone's wife or concubine, she is Shen Jinghan——
The avenger who returned from hell and wanted to tear down this decaying palace wall with his own hands.
And those hidden behind the hatred, the warmth of family affection and the unspoken regrets, are her only remaining and most painful weaknesses on this cold road of revenge.
Intention: self