White Silk

Pure Consort Lin was not afraid of death. She had narrowly escaped death a few times since entering the palace. But there was something weighing on her mind - her parents, her daughter.

The night Princess Yuyao was taken away, Pure Consort Lin and the eunuchs who stopped them exchanged a few blows. Bai Hongqi, who stood by, advised her in a friendly tone, "Dear Pure Consort Lin, Princess is still young and it's late. It's best to let her rest early. If she gets cold or scared, you'll be even more worried."

Pure Consort Lin understood what he meant and let go of her grip. She watched as the eunuchs carefully carried Princess Yuyao into the carriage and quietly left Yanning Palace.

Her daughter, her flesh and blood. Pure Consort Lin had a feeling she would never see her again.