What good can come to a woman without a son to rely on?
Dowager Consort Derong, once unrivaled in splendor, has seen her status plummet. Now, others can return home with their sons and daughters to enjoy their fortunes, only she remains isolated in the depths of the palace.
No one comes to pick her up; she must leave on her own. But leave, and where can she go?
Eastern Land has become the domain of others; sooner or later, this place will belong to someone else.
Third Prince's Imperial Consort coldly glanced at the doll in her hands, the color of resentment completely unhidden.
"It's all your fault! All your blame!"
On the ugly effigy was pasted the name Yuwen Jun. At this moment, the Dowager Consort savagely poked its eyes and heart, as if by doing so, Yuwen Jun would be torn to pieces.
Looking at the tattered doll, the Dowager Consort burst into insane laughter.
