Red gates and red walls, the Imperial Palace is formidable in every aspect. The heavy eaves of the roofs, reflecting glimmers from the glazed tiles.
Mingqiu Palace
The hall's interior is decorated with carved beams and painted rafters, shining with gold and splendor.
"Since the passing of your maternal grandfather, Jing Mansion has lost its past brilliance. Those uncles of yours are even less useful, not to mention worse than that low-born son of your aunt! They have only dragged you down."
Princess Consort Jing put down the green and white glazed lotus cup without drinking the blood bird's nest inside. She always dressed like an innocent, but her heart was extremely malicious.
With a tender and alluring posture, her face was painted with sorrow.
With Minister of the Ministry of Justice Zou Wei plotting for Ji Zhui, what else does her son Wang have?
If she were the Empress, Wang would be the Crown Prince. An unremarkable Ji Zhui would only be mud on the ground.
