Yingluo always thinks back to when she was still a human.
No matter how many years have passed, she can still clearly remember that before she died, she fell into the thorny flowers in the imperial garden. The thorns pierced her skin and she smelled the fragrance of blood and flowers mixed together.
She would also remember the red walls and green tiles, the damp bluestone roads. The palace was a beautiful golden birdcage, and she was the bird in the cage. At that time, all the women were waiting for the only man.
It was a bright yellow figure.
In the harem, it symbolizes power and status. Whoever can capture the emperor's heart will bring sunshine into the life of the harem.
When she was still a human, she acted cautiously, and what she sought was not the love of the superior, but grace.
Only grace could keep her alive.
She was blessed with grace and a child.
I thought the clouds would clear and the sun would shine.
Unexpectedly, she died before the child was born.
After death, Yingluo became strange.
The intense sadness of losing a child was torn away from my body.
The bond between mother and child was severed the moment it turned weird.
From then on, Yingluo looked at her past self and became calm and unfamiliar.
The child is back.
Living in her body in another form, feeding on the carrion in her body.
Yingluo's memory is complete, but she always feels like she is missing something.
What's missing
She doesn't know.
The fearful life in the harem, like walking on the edge of an abyss and treading on thin ice, taught Yingluo how to gain the love of those in power.
She was contracted by Su Qingyu, who was her master.
She didn't want to stay in the dark and boundless tribute card, so she needed the favor of her master.
There are many strange things around her master, but Yingluo is not worried because they are no match for her.
She had already lost once.
I won't lose again.
He didn't want to look at Yingluo because Yingluo's presence made him feel more familiar.
That kind of unique temperament that only those who survive in the palace can possess.
Although Shuangxi is also an ancient and strange character, the era in which she lives is similar to the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. She was born in a closed large mansion and is accustomed to sticking to the rules.
Wuxin and Yingluo belong to the same feudal dynasty.
The same knife has been hanging around everyone’s neck—imperial power.
Although the times may be different, the historical background is more similar.
So they can smell the same scent on each other.
They all have the kind of cautiousness that makes them walk on the edge of a knife, looking three steps ahead before taking one step.
Yingluo also noticed Wuxin.
This reminded her of the neighbor brother she loved before she entered the palace.
Childhood sweethearts and young friendship can never withstand the honor and disgrace of the family.
The memories are gone.
Mirror images and water moons are ultimately empty.
The body decays, and in the decay flowers bloom.
Those memories rotted inside her body, but occasionally, due to certain things, they would reappear in her mind along with the flowers that bloomed inside her body.
Tianfu Lingcheng, Red Organization.
In the huge office, Bai Huo sat at his desk, his grey eyes revealing a hint of fatigue.