The vast snow covered all desolation and the filth of the palace.
Later, when she awoke, she heard that her mother, the favored consort, suddenly fell ill last night and died in the emperor's arms...
The burial was hurried.
The emperor never came to see her again, nor did he set any guards, but sent many treasures...
Why?
She secretly opened the coffin to take a look.
The flesh was a bloody mess, the skull shattered... it was clear she had died by smashing her head against the wall, driven by immense determination for such a tragic death.
The most beautiful favored consort of the dynasty, her glory rivaling the empress, she always loved beauty, shining like the sun...
Yet she smashed her head to pieces.
Brain matter splattered across half the wall...
A death so shocking as to make an emperor's heart tremble, leaving him uneased for life, thus he dared not act lightly against her...
This was the simplest yet most effective means.
Yet it caused her the deepest heartache.
