In this month, Consort Hua had not just once snatched the Emperor's favor from her.
Her face flushed pink and her breathing was uneven. She dug her nails deeply into her palms, and she trembled with so much anger that the beads of her hair accessories collided into each other, making clear and sharp noises.
Pretending not to see, Meng Fuyao ordered for Consort Shu's corpse to be taken away. She instructed her attendants to deliver the news of the death and to prepare for the funeral. Then, she said, "Everyone be dismissed."
Afterwards, she turned and slowly stepped out of the door as her attendants followed, and she looked up at the sky. The snow flakes have finally spiralled down.
How many corpses would this round of snow cover?
Three days later, another strange incident in the palace astonished the whole of Xuanyuan.
