I'll teach you the South Palace.

After many years of mastering the south palace with one hand and one hand in the hands of a man, she's used to commanding and to hiding her emotions behind a cold eye, until one night, when she's kept her guard for years, and the candles tumble, the other whispers, she starts to wonder whether the nearness is real or another carefully arranged test, and the Zongmen wind is not flat, and the old secret comes out of the water, and she has to see between tenderness and calculation, and make a choice between responsibility and privacy, and when trust becomes one of the most difficult pieces of chess, the South Palace finally realizes that she's not really in love.