Curtain Jade

Curtain jade I, Chu Juan, was sent to the cold palace as a substitute for the deposed concubine Qin, and became the puppet of those Yamas. I imitated that haggard beauty every day, even the tear marks at the end of her eyes were painted accurately. Until the imperial garden fell into the water and was rescued by the third prince of the dynasty, Zhao Heng. His soaked chest was close to mine, but his fingertips scratched the old scar under my collarbone, and only I could hear his voice: "Concubine Qin... There are no scars here." Late at night, he sneaked into the cold palace like a ghost, tore open my clothes, and the candlelight reflected the ferocious whip marks: "Chu Juan, for the crime of deceiving the emperor, the nine tribes should be punished - unfortunately, there is no one in your Chu family who can be punished." But I played her role skillfully, begging humbly to be his pawn... I clutched the note left by Concubine Qin in my hand, and the secrets of the palace were revealed step by step... What is the truth behind the Chu family that was destroyed in a fire three years ago? I live in a man-made coffin, like a prisoner screaming in despair, until I am hoarse and the last drop of blood will be drained...