Consort Xin, adorned in resplendent silk robes embroidered with intricate patterns of cherry blossoms and leaves, sat alone in her ornate chamber within her palace. The soft glow of crimson lanterns cast a warm, golden light on her delicate features, creating an aura of both elegance and melancholy. She was surrounded by the trappings of wealth and power, yet her heart was heavy with turmoil.
The lonely night once again had returned where she would again, even for once, think about the emperor, because of whom she left her carefree life and became a prisoner inside the Imperial palace. A prison where everyone is innocent before entering and commit crimes and unforgiving sins.
