Imperial Peony

It is said that in the imperial harem, grace is always more reliable than sincerity. She used to not believe it.
One day, she showed mercy and retreated because he promised to take care of her.
In an instant, she became an abandoned concubine. Is it the capriciousness of the heart or an imperial trick—retreating to move forward? The answer is unimportant. What matters is that from that day, when she left the cold palace, she did not want and did not wish to be a pale pearl buried within it.
However, when enemies attack one after another, and the truth becomes more complex and intricate, in this impenetrable, cold, and cunning scheme, it becomes harder to understand who is planning, who is calculating, who the main intriguer is?
How do the emperor's love, despair, and doubts gradually cause her warm heart to grow cold?
Everyone strives to grow into the most beautiful flower, but no matter how beautiful she may be, in the end, she will wilt unless she becomes the mistress of the garden…