No man would ever enter the sleeping chamber of a consort; only eunuchs at best.

This was an iron law; even a prince or the crown prince couldn’t violate.

It was a palace with an entrance made out of jade stones and great pillars. The walls were made from golden bronze; roof tiles were made from glazed crystals. Only a Divine Consort could enjoy this extravagant palace with powerful inner guards.

Unfortunately, these inner guards were all dead.

Inside the chamber was a three-foot-tall cauldron burning white-orchid incense. This precious scent still wasn’t enough to hide the stench of blood, especially harsh once noticed.

Feiyun’s eyes narrowed and saw a wondrous beauty lying in a pool of blood; a sword had pierced through her chest from the back, staining her white dress red.

This great beauty had an elegance and grace beyond other pretty women....