Ascensão de uma Dama de Companhia na Corte Qing
【Atualização: antes da meia-noite, 6K+ por dia】 ==Sinopse== Li Shuyao transmigrou para um romance de intrigas palacianas da dinastia Qing, tornando-se uma criada descartável. Por invejar Guoluo Lu
Forbidden City.
It was the third month, the season when warmth teases but the cold still lingers.
Last night, a sudden spring rain descended, a persistent drizzle shrouded in mist. It lasted no more than two hours before it ceased, yet it swept away the city’s gloom as though dark clouds had been brushed aside, leaving the entire Forbidden City fresh and renewed, its surface still and mirror-like.
Not far from the palace, tucked among a cluster of side rooms, a dimly lit chamber held a slender figure sprawled weakly by the bedside. Her expression was listless, her clear eyes shadowed with despair as they slowly drifted over every inch of the wooden furnishings.
She sighed softly, her tone heavy with melancholy. Then, with effort, she pushed herself upright, her long, black hair tumbling disheveled over her shoulders and the bedding, though she had no mind to care for it.
Sitting up, Li Shuyiao raised a hand to rub at the corners of her eyes, sore and dry from a night of weeping, only to wince as she tugged at the bruises on her cheeks—raw and stinging from having been slapped ten times, with no cooling ointment applied yet. The pain on her tender cheeks rivaled any pain at her eyes.
She had no choice but to lower her hand, slide out of bed, and, guided by memories not her own, found a basin of cold water behind a screen in the corner.
She took a clean cloth from the shelf, dampened it, folded it again and again before laying it horizontally across her swollen eyelids. The sensation was like a basin of icy water poured over her he