After five years as a wretched servant at the imperial retreat, she drags her crippled leg out of hell, determined to tear away their false masks!
Nan Yushu was once Consort Ling, the most favored woman in the palace. The imperial retreat was built for her, and fireworks were lit in her honor.
Then she was framed. Her leg was broken, and she became the lowliest laundry maid at Xishan Imperial Retreat, where the eunuch Huang Cheng tormented her mercilessly.
They meet again at an imperial birthday banquet.
A single “Sister” from Consort Shu humiliates her in front of everyone. The voice that once sang like a lark is now hoarse, and the face once famed as that of a bewitching consort is swollen and red from slaps.
Wei Xuanqi watches coldly. With a curt “You’ve disrupted Consort Shu’s birthday banquet,” he orders her hands broken!
Dragged along like an ant, she feels the bones in her palms crack in silence. She swallows her tears and blood. “Five years, and you still won’t let me go…”
She is taken back to the imperial palace, but her new position is even more degrading:
She is made a bedwarming maid in the imperial bedchamber!
Her clothes are stripped away, revealing a hundred crisscrossing scars beneath the candlelight.
He runs a finger over them and sneers. “Seeing these scars puts my mind at ease.”
Just as she thinks he means only to humiliate her, he suddenly leans over her, his breath burning hot.
“You’re a little ugly… but what did you think I brought you back for?”
