The Plan to Raise a Poisonous Woman

I was the palace’s most notorious venomous woman. If someone rubbed me the wrong way, I would punish them with Yizhanghong. As for the consorts and concubines I had slapped, they could have lined up and circled the imperial city three times. Even the dogs in the palace took detours when they saw me coming. Later, Consort Xian, the woman in the palace who had always clashed with me the most, died. Princess Fu’an, the daughter she left behind, instantly became a hot potato. I watched coldly as everyone pushed her back and forth. In any case, that trouble would never land on my head. But to my surprise, one snowy night, eight-year-old Princess Fu’an knocked on the gates of my palace.