Winter of the eleventh year of Daewoo Shuntai.

The candlelight flickered in the Phoenix Palace, illuminating a stunningly beautiful face in its soft glow.

Her eyebrows were gentle and harmless, but her eyes unconsciously revealed a seductive charm as they moved. She had a high nose bridge and full, moist lips.

Her dark hair was gently pulled back, revealing her porcelain-white neck and exuding a sense of casualness.

I don't know what he read in the book, but as his eyes lowered, a hint of compassion and divine wisdom appeared.

When the maid Ningxin entered, she couldn't help but catch her breath.

Even though it's not the first time I've seen this face, every time I see it, it stirs my heart.

This is not just about being good-looking; it's a natural beauty.

"Is there anything unusual happening in the palace?"

The beautiful woman asked a question in a very pleasant voice, unlike that of a lark, but rather like a hot spring, which was soothing to listen to and made people want to immerse themselves in it.

"Reporting to Consort Shu, what a rare thing! Does the death of the thirteenth son of the Mu family in battle count?"

Ningxin spoke with some hesitation.

Bai Yunshu's hand faltered for a moment as she turned the pages, tearing a slit in the thin page, but her expression remained unchanged.

"How did he die? Wasn't he supposed to be pretty powerful?"

She flipped through the book, asking casually.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "The gunpowder of the Di Kingdom is very powerful. That Thirteen Lang was indirectly killed by gunpowder. Because his old wounds had not healed and he was poisoned, he did not survive."

It's quite a sad story. The Mu family produced many famous generals, but they all met tragic ends.

However, these servants only dared to complain in their hearts.

If even such powerful figures can die, then these insignificant people should probably live cautiously and prudently.

In this palace, no one knows whether they will die tomorrow or the day after.

"I see..."

Seeing that Consort Shu's expression was indifferent and she seemed not very interested, Ningxin started to change the subject and talked about other things.

For example, when the Empress's cat died, it was said that Consort Ling had killed it...

After talking about other things, I noticed that Consort Shu seemed tired.

Ningxin, being sensible and understanding, stepped down.

Bai Yunshu was the only one left in the room.

Her beautiful eyes gazed at the flickering candlelight, and a bitter smile curved her red lips.

He died.

Mu Shisan also died.

The Mu family fought desperately, only to be branded as a family of loyal martyrs, with no one surviving, which benefited a treacherous collateral branch.

In this world... it's a lie that good people live to be a hundred, but it's true that evil people live for a thousand years.

She had told Mu Shisan long ago not to be a good person, but to be a menace.

What was that person's answer?

He said he hates troublemakers the most, he won't play with troublemakers, and he will never become a troublemaker!

Now, Mu Shisan is dead.

She no longer bothered to hide her troubles.

He died.

That way, I won't break off our friendship.

But if they could meet again, she would definitely have a good debate to prove that it was better to be a menace.

Under the lamplight, the seemingly harmless beauty revealed a stunningly beautiful smile and raised her hand to extinguish the candle.

The smile on his lips faded into coldness as the candlelight went out.

Perhaps it was because Mu Shisan died.

Bai Yunshu had a rare dream.

...

"Hey, you'd better stay away from King Wen. He doesn't look at you very well."

The 21-year-old general, though shouldering everything alone, still had a youthful energy in his eyes.

This was when she first met Mu Jia Shisan.

The thirteen-year-old girl looked up at the young general who had kindly reminded her, and said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense, the prince is the best person to me!"

The young general sneered, seemingly disgusted by stupidity.

He could tell what a man looked at a woman by the way he looked at her. He only offered a kind reminder because he found this young girl somewhat pleasing to the eye.

Bai Yunshu seemed very angry as she turned and left.

Of course she knew that King Wen treated her differently.

But so what?