Justice is a luxury for those who hold power

Ruyun Palace – Residence of Noble Consort Wang Meiling

In the tranquil backyard garden of Ruyun Palace, Noble Consort Wang Meiling sat with effortless grace, her embroidered silk robes cascading around her like rippling water. The delicate porcelain teacup in her hand reflected the dappled sunlight filtering through the intricately carved wooden pavilion. A faint smile touched her lips, but beneath that serene exterior lay cold ambition.

Her trusted maid, ChuChu, stood attentively beside her, her hands neatly folded before her, awaiting orders. The fragrant breeze carried the scent of blooming peonies, but Wang Meiling took no pleasure in it. Her mind was fixed on one thing—power.

A rustling sound disturbed the stillness, the faintest whisper of movement among the trees. A masked figure, clad in black robes, emerged from the shadows, his presence almost ghostlike. Without hesitation, he knelt before her.