Not Even One Person Will Let Go

In the twentieth year of Thai Binh, Trieu Duong Hoang's palace was on fire. The great fire burned all night long, the red firelight illuminated more than half of the capital. This night, I don't know how many people went all night without sleep. The royal concubine, dressed in plain clothes, sat alone in the royal palace, looking at the beautiful fire burning all over her body. The most noble woman in the world happily smiled with satisfaction - it was not in vain that she had planned for months, this way of death was truly both solemn and beautiful. Furthermore, just in case, she also prepared an extra glass of poisoned wine. The slender white hand held the transparent jade cup and drank it all in one gulp. Goodbye, this boring world. On the large open field outside Trieu Duong Palace, all the women with titles in the harem arrived. The girls stared at that dazzling sea of fire, secretly happy in their hearts, but on the outside they appeared extremely worried - because His Majesty the Emperor was at the top. Read more