Inside the imperial palace... more than desolated cold palace where unfavored consorts are left to die... more than the imperial court where ministers look at each other like prey... and more than the inner palace itself where you would be stabbed at the back by beautiful faces... What Tang Mei fear the most is the artificial water of the imperial lake.
When the sunlight reach for the surface, the water would glister like the sparkling beauty of jaded stones. It was clear, without any ounch of corruption. It was like a mirror in this golden world. Reflecting the sky, reflecting every life passing above it, it was breathtakingly beautiful.
And also awfully cold and unforgiving. Not knowing how deep it is. Not knowing what's in the depths of it. A small slip and just a moment of inattention, her mistress was swallowed whole just like that.
