C1 Wedge

On a cold winter night in December, a woman in her thirties wearing a scarlet red qipao slowly walked out of the house. A faint smile appeared on her face. She gently walked to the courtyard and sat on a stone bench in the courtyard. The moonlight illuminated her face, and the traces of time remained in the corners of her eyes and forehead. She silently felt the silence around her, and then looked up at the sky. Today's moon was also very bright, just like the moonlight on the day when he had just entered the palace fifteen years ago ?

She slowly pulled a jade pendant out from her sleeve. It was a jade pendant carved with a lily, shining under the moonlight. The woman looked at it with a gentle smile.

"Jing Zhi, how are you? Are you happy? I believe you will be happy! " The woman whispered, "I want to tell you too... "I'm fine, I'm happy, and this happiness was the blessing of the Emperor ?"

Fifteen years of her past slowly passed. She had spent her most verdant years in this palace, and even though she was no longer young and her face was growing old, she had the children she loved and the man she loved. These things were enough to make her feel satisfied ?

"Mistress, it's so cold, why are you staying here!" A palace maid who was the same age as the lady ran over quickly.

"Xiao Qing, I suddenly remember that night when Jing Zhi and I met." The woman laughed softly.

The palace maid whose name is Xiao Qing smiled and nodded, "Imperial Concubine Rong, I know what you are thinking, but your body is important, quickly go back to your room. "If you are going to be ill, this servant cannot afford to wait ?"

The woman known as Imperial Concubine Rong stood up and walked step by step towards the interior of the house. That house was the palace where the consort who symbolized her identity lived.

Yong Zheng, following the will of the Kang Xi Emperor, the last wife of the Kang Xi Emperor, was raised in the Duke Palace of Yin Zhi, the third son of the Emperor.

In the five years since the new ruler ascended the throne, the world had been at peace thanks to the golden age of Kang Xi. And in a courtyard within the Prince Cheng's mansion in a corner of the capital, an elderly woman woke up from her sickness.

"Cough, cough ?"

"Mistress, you coughed again." An old maid lightly patted the old concubine on the sickbed. The marks of time were deeply etched on the face of this old concubine in her seventies. Cough ? Is it spring now? " "What is it?" the old Concubine asked absentmindedly, staring out the window. Yes, your highness, it's already spring, and new sprouts have sprouted on the trees. "

Yes, spring came, another spring, "the Year of the Hope has come, the old friends to keep the same." It was as if she had returned to that day sixty-one years ago, that spring that also had hope, and from that spring her fate had moved in a direction she had never imagined before, rich or rich or sad or happy? She had experienced 50 years of Kang Xi's empress palace. In this empress dowager's palace, how much of her past had been sealed away by history?

Memories rushed into the old concubine's mind like floodwaters. A secret of the palace that was unknown to the later generations was being played in the old concubine's mind.

Time Rotation...

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