A chill flashed in Lin Qinghan's eyes, and her ten slender fingers unconsciously twisted the brocade handkerchief in her hands tight.
At last, she understood—under heaven, the only one who could easily take that eunuch dog's life was the true dragon emperor seated within the Nine-Layered Palace Gates.
At that thought, she suddenly loosened her grip on the handkerchief, a bewitching smile blooming at the corner of her cherry lips.
Since the Crown Prince was so indecisive, she would personally deliver herself—the delicious bait—into the hands of the person best able to threaten that eunuch dog's life.
The Crown Prince saw her only as a plaything in his palm, hiding her away in this manor estate and claiming it was for her protection. But was Lin Qinghan truly some weak woman willing to be a golden canary in a cage?
How could she spend her entire life trapped in this tiny place, helplessly watching those old eunuch traitors strut about the capital in arrogant splendor, roaming free beyond the law?
Once her wish was fulfilled, she would surely make that old eunuch dog repay blood with blood, to comfort her father's spirit in heaven.
Leaning against the carved lattice door, Lin Qinghan lightly tapped the jasmine at her temple with her fingertips. When her cherry lips parted, her voice was as sweet and winding as an oriole's song. "Lord Yuan, I have run out of rouge and powder these past days. Could I perhaps..."
Her eyes shimmered as she was about to use the purchase of cosmetics as an excuse to send her trusted maid into the capital to deliver a message.
But before her trailing note faded, the half-lowered Xiangfei bamboo curtain suddenly stirred without wind. A freezing gust carrying ice shards tore through the midsummer heat.
The copper