Leave the Palace at the Age of Twenty-Five

A Yuan's forehead was pressed against the blue brick, and the cold glaze penetrated through the thin gray cloth eunuch uniform, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up. It was eerily quiet in the Nuan Pavilion. Only the water droplets in the gilt copper leak were dripping down the wall. Every "tap" sounded like a knock on her heart, making her dare not even take a breath.