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In Jinling of the Southern Tang Dynasty, undercurrents surged beneath the prosperity. Not long after Liezu established the cauldron, the harem has been reduced to a silent battlefield. Shen Qingwu, the daughter of a guilty minister, stepped into Zhu Qiang for a chance of survival. She was dressed plainly and had a hairpin. When she entered the palace for the first time, she didn't wait to change her clothes. She wanted to lower her eyebrows and lower her eyes to protect herself, but she didn't know that once she entered the palace, it would be difficult to be alone. The Chu talents from Yaoguang Palace are more beautiful than others, and they are arrogant and arrogant, with a passion for power hidden in their eyes; Li Jieyu from Ningxiang Palace has a prominent family background, is arrogant, and holds a bloodless sharp blade in her hand. There are also the silent concubines, the bowing maids, and the sinister chamberlains. Everyone wears a mask, and every step is calculated. One wrong word may lead to death, and one unintentional move may lead to a huge conspiracy. She has seen the whimpering of the cold palace in the middle of the night, heard the hypocrisy and subterfuge of the person next to her pillow, experienced the indifference of being flattered by others, and witnessed the serial poisonous schemes set up to win favor. Is it to drift with the tide and become a pile of loess under the palace wall? Or do you work step by step, tearing a way out amidst the flash of swords and shadows? Shen Qingwu put away his innocence and hid his weakness, using wisdom as his armor and forbearance as his shield. She observes people's hearts in subtle ways, looks for opportunities in the cracks, is used to seeing the brutality of overt and covert struggles, and has tasted the bitterness of intrigues. The deep inner garden of the palace, with its towering red walls, has locked up so much youth and buried so many unwilling souls. When the game of power intensifies, when the entanglement of love and hate is inextricable, where can Shen Qingwu go in this war without gunpowder? And those intrigues and desires flickering in the shadows of the palace lanterns will eventually drag everyone into the whirlpool of fate...