Cao Zhaoyi seated in her Chambers, there was darkness all around, apart from a simple candle that lit her very dark room, she was staring at the flame slowly as the wax dipped.
"Don't worry Your Highness " she whispered to herself, "those things you hold, the things you call yours, all of it I shall take one by one and until the day I take the Phoenix throne for myself, I shall always live a twisted life." She swore as she smiled at herself ghastly while lightning streaking across the sky outside illuminated some parts of the room only to be followed with the roaring thunder.
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ROSES OF BLOOD
Historical FictionThe Empress Wu fostered a daughter within the Crimson walls of the Cifu Palace who with altered and faint origins she became the sister of a Marquis. Bound to her filial piety and the path of hardship, a "seductress" is what she must become poisonou...
