Daqian Dynasty.
Changle Palace, the Empress Dowager's bedroom.
After a hectic month, all the funeral arrangements for the late Emperor were finally resolved.
Su Jingshu leaned on the beauty couch, enjoying the service of a Palace Attendant massaging her shoulders and legs, the shadows of exhaustion in her eyes stirring up compassion in the beholder.
She was innately a beauty, exuding a faint scholarly fragrance, her demeanor serene and elegant.
Such a beauty, yet fated to live in widowhood at a young age, and ever since she entered the Palace, she had no chance to become a real woman, envied and mocked by many.
They envied her for being the honored Empress Dowager, controlling the harem's authority, specially granted by the late Emperor and Empress the right to dictate court affairs behind the curtain.
They envied her, for her father was one of the assisting ministers, and ever since the Su Family took charge of the Northern Frontier, the family's status rose with the tide.
