Zhao Ling'e had always known her beauty was a sharp weapon. Her talent, combined with her beauty, was doubly potent.
In Linfeng, this had never failed her; she had never known defeat.
But the person she faced was not one of those people from Linfeng. It was the inscrutable Consort Ming—a woman who disliked flaunting her status, interacting with other harem concubines, or even making frequent public appearances.
Such a person lived in Yaohua Palace, and unless she gave her approval, no one dared to get close.
Now, the Emperor only ever went to Yaohua Palace. The Imperial Concubine didn't leave even the slightest opening for anyone else. What else could she do?
She could only find another way.
But this path wasn't smooth for her either. She had just managed to tear open a small crack, but now it had been blocked. Not only that, but there were subtle signs that she herself was about to be dragged out into the open.
