The Evil Spirit in the Boudoir

The third branch of the Jiang family has a daughter, radiant as a flower. With a single written strategy for the ruler, she astonished the whole of Qibei. In her youth, she was forced to marry a widower, and her mother died young, weeping for her. Later, she fell into the hands of eunuchs. Her father went to the capital several times for her, only to meet a grisly end, torn apart by five horses. What does it mean for a family to be ruined? What does it mean for loved ones to die? Time turns back... Within the grand estate, schemes abound; in the royal court, every political move is carefully plotted! Dressed in dazzling red, she smiles faintly. “In this life, I am the one who moves the pieces...” Falling flowers may seem heartless, but spring winds bring them back to life! A schemer behind closed doors, a scourge upon the realm!