Flores no ilhéu e chuva miúda
Shen Quanyi entrou no Palácio Oriental como concubina em lugar de sua meia-irmã, e aquele harém cercado de lobos lhe ensinou muitas coisas. Após meia vida de amarguras, ela não nutria expectativas quanto ao amor, mas aquele homem tão elevado, tão inalcançável, ajoelhou-se por ela. Ela então se lançou de bom grado na rede que ele tecera — sem imaginar que, um dia, aquela rede do amor seria despedaçada. Afinal, ela era apenas uma substituta. A família a traiu, as irmãs se tornaram inimigas, e o amado a enganou. Depois, em meio a perigos e crises repetidas, Shen Quanyi compreendeu que uma simples concubina não passava de uma formiga no fundo do abismo; aqueles que detinham o poder bastavam mover um dedo para esmagá-la. Era preciso subir, escalar, para ter o direito de viver. [A história de uma pequena dama de companhia que, passo a passo, ascendeu ao posto de Grande Imperatriz Viúva]
Flores no ilhéu e chuva miúda
In the tenth year of Yuan Tong, the first snow of the season fell in Chang’an and lasted for several days. The slanting wind swept up snowflakes, making the glazed roof tiles ring with a delicate sound.
The wind lifted sand and snow, making Shen Quanyi struggle to raise her head, squinting unconsciously. The sky was shrouded in a mist as if wrapped in gauze.
The biting wind and snow swirling into her face made her hunch her shoulders and draw in her neck; all around, there were only faint sighs and murmurs.
The servants of Huaian Courtyard had long since busied themselves, their backs bent and occasionally straightening, but several pairs of eyes inevitably glanced toward Shen Quanyi, kneeling in the courtyard. The punishment had left her somewhat thinner, yet her delicate and striking beauty had not faded into haggardness—instead, she appeared all the more pitiable, fragile and charming.
She had been kneeling here for an hour. Shen Quanyi gritted her teeth and shifted her position slightly; her legs were already numb and aching.
She had always been susceptible to the cold, and by now she was shivering uncontrollably. Unable to hold back, she lowered her head to cough into her hand, her fair cheeks flushing red at once.
Perhaps the commotion was heard inside, for the curtain at the main hall’s entrance was lifted high, and a matron with a worried face hurried over, quickly helping Shen Quanyi up.
“My good girl, don’t resent her. Madam does everything for your own good,” the matron said with a sigh, though inwardly lamenting how m
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