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In his memory, the Emperor was a gentle and refined young man.
He was mild and serene, possessing a delicate and considerate heart, along with a warm smile. He was the brightest light and hope in the hearts of every woman in the harem.
Unfortunately, he had given all his love to Consort Rou.
Due to being oppressed by the Chancellor and the General, and seeing the woman he loved most being bullied in the harem, he could only treat her coldly, pretending to favor Three Consort instead.
He strategized, constantly pondering how to break the deadlock of the harem without crowning either the Noble Consort or Consort Hua as Empress.
What he awaited was for the woman he loved most to bear him a Crown Prince, so that he could personally bestow upon her the glory and riches that an Empress deserved.
However, this Emperor, who believed himself to be gentle and considerate, enduring everything for the sake of his beloved woman, did not realize that the seemingly weak and kind-hearted woman he adored was actually a ruthless killer who would not blink an eye at taking a life.
She simply knew how to conceal herself behind a facade, using her delicate body to deceive the world.
The only act of slaughter she had committed was to personally strangle the fetus that had barely been three months in her womb, her gaze cold and resolute at that moment.
Zhao Yi had once praised Consort Rou, claiming she possessed a pair of pure and bright eyes, untouched by worldly filth, with thoughts purer and kinder than any other woman in the harem.
But now, the Consort Rou he cherished might no longer exist.
As she stepped out of the palace gates, Bu Lanchan remained cautious, walking lightly and slowly while vigilantly observing her surroundings.
Upon reaching the bustling street she had long been away from, she found it lively and vibrant.
Dressed in palace maid attire and holding a slightly flattened package in her hand, she attracted some attention. She lowered her head slightly, trying to avoid the gazes of those around her.
"Did you leave the palace so early?"
"Could it be that you did something wrong and were kicked out?"
Her eyes were red, and the whispers of the crowd echoed in her ears. Her body trembled slightly, filled with humiliation and resentment.
Three years ago, she was summoned by an imperial decree to become a Imperial Concubine Candidate.
Her father was a Second-Rank Cabinet Scholar. Not only was she the legitimate daughter of her family, but she also possessed remarkable beauty, able to outshine others even without makeup. At that time, she was full of confidence and had high hopes for the future.
Back then, she was not called Bu Lanchan; she went by Ye Bu.
Every Imperial Concubine Candidate longed for the day they would rise to prominence and become a consort in the palace. Ye Bu had shared that same hope.
She still remembered the first time she looked into the palace's bronze mirror. The maid beside her praised her complexion, saying it would surely attract the Emperor's attention. She shyly lowered her head, a hint of joy on her face.
Upon entering the palace, she met Rong Xue and Lin Hua, forming a close bond with them as Intimate Friends. She felt deep gratitude towards her two sisters for their guidance and support, her eyes filled with sincerity.
Having come to the palace alone, she often thought about how many mistakes she would have made without the care of her two sisters. She frequently linked arms with them affectionately.
With their companionship, perhaps life in the palace wouldn't feel so lonely.
Rong Xue embodied noble beauty, while Lin Hua represented virtuous beauty.
She had thought that her two sisters would be the first to serve in the Emperor's bedchamber. To her surprise, after several competitions, she stood out and was chosen by Zhao Yi to be his first consort. She waited eagerly yet nervously for that moment to arrive.
At that time, the naive girl was harmed by a bowl of Red Bean Porridge concocted by Rong Xue and Lin Hua, which caused her skin to break out in pus-filled sores. These sores appeared just as she was waiting for the emperor's visit, and she remained oblivious to them, puzzled by the strange looks from the palace maids around her.
"Someone, take this ugly woman back to where she belongs," came a voice filled with disgust.
As she lay curled up under the covers, still in a daze, she heard those words. She opened her bleary eyes and, after a long wait for the emperor, what greeted her were his usually gentle Dark Eyes now flashing with faint disdain and contempt. It felt as if lightning had struck her heart.
In the biting cold, at the emperor's command, the guards rolled her up in her blanket and tossed her back into the courtyard. She shivered uncontrollably, huddled in the blanket, her eyes filled with terror and despair.
Being thrown out that night felt like being cast into the Cold Palace.
No physician was willing to treat her facial ailment, leaving scars even after the pus had subsided.
Her family regarded her as a disgrace, removing her name from the family register. Alone in the harem, she felt abandoned and lifeless, her gaze hollow and her appearance haggard.
She loathed Lin Hua and Rong Xue, who had pretended to be her sworn sisters. The so-called good friends had pushed her into an abyss at a critical moment.
Meanwhile, they reveled in wealth and glory—one became Consort Rong and the other Consort Hua. She clenched her fists tightly, filled with hatred.
Thus, she vowed to seek revenge.
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