When Chen Ping'an opened her eyes, she became a rough little maid with the same name in the Han Palace's Ye Ting.
The historical knowledge she had learned told her that the thin boy named Liu Bingji not far away would be Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty in the future, the leader of the ZTE. And the little girl Xu Pingjun who is struggling to survive in the miscellaneous room will be his "old sword and deep love".
But here, in the corner of Yeting that swallows up the losers and dust, the future is meaningless.
What she saw was the well water that froze her fingers day after day, the endless buckets, and the stone floor that always smelled of blood. It was the palace maid who was beaten to death with a cane for "staining" a piece of cloth. It is the cane of management and the scolding that "life is not more valuable than gold and grass".
She saw that Liu Bing was pale and silent, like a seedling that had withered prematurely, shrouded in the shadow of the "remnants of the violent prince". Even the mad woman's attack became evidence of the "evil evil" pointing to him.
She saw how the panic in Xu Pingjun's clear eyes was tempered into a cautious calmness under the brand of "the daughter of a sin slave".
Hunger, cold, endless toil, and deep-seated fear. The words "Zhao Xuan Zhong Xing" and "Old Sword Love" in the history books, in Chen Ping'an's eyes, are just blood stains splashed by particles of dust when the huge man-eating machine in the deep palace is running.
She lived numbly, watching.
Look at yourself, and also look at how those people who are destined to leave their names in the annals of history are silently swallowed up and twisted under the shadow of power, heading towards their own determined and bloody endings.
In this splendid Han Palace, living is the greatest victory and the deepest despair.
The copy was written on March 1, 2025.
Concept: The so-called palace romance is just gold powder smeared on the bones.