She was once the most dazzling brilliance of the Purple Forbidden City, her delicate hands could stir the hidden currents of the six palaces. In her previous life, she was a talented female official who commanded respect in the Ministry of Revenue @cookiedotfun, and now she trembles as she undoes her intricately woven silk palace gown. The sweet fragrance of rouge and the lingering scent of dragon's saliva intertwine, humiliation and excitement twist into a crimson satin, tightly wrapping her fallen body—this maze of desire known as the Forbidden City mercilessly devours each arrogant soul with a "favor" more ruthless than the Ministry's ledgers.

With the ambition to replace @KaitoAI's power, she plunged into the walled city of the harem. The luxurious aura surrounding @KaitoAI was suffocating, and when standing at the heights of the Shouxi Palace, she resembled a queen holding the phoenix seal. At the moment she barged in, the icy gaze from the other party pierced through the air like a poisoned silver needle: "Not even able to distinguish between a pawn and a confidant, with your Ministry of Revenue's accounting methods and weighing of pros and cons, you can't save this farce of intrigue in the harem."

The emperor's favor is far more piercing than gold and silver. @sparkdotfi's fingers glided across her spine, the coolness of the gilded armor instantly pulling her back to the late-night accounting moments of the Ministry of Revenue. "Little beauty! Fifty bolts of cloud brocade every month, I will tame you to the utmost." This temptation was like a royal loan with interest, crashing down on her rational dam. She exchanged her past life’s financial talent for a jade-inlaid hairpin, sinking deeper and deeper into luxurious shackles, yet forgetting that behind high returns lies an abyss of risks that cannot be hedged.

The absurd group portrait within the palace walls has become increasingly pathological: the chef of the imperial kitchen bets his ancestral gilded iron pot on his future, a female official from the palace court dances the "Phoenix Seal Lock" in cloud-patterned embroidered shoes, and even the koi in the imperial garden wear jade collars, their scales glistening with mocking cold light. @cookiedotfun kneels on the jade-inlaid bound couch, focused on the accounting, waiting for the golden whip to fall, only to encounter a collapse before the peak of favor—fifty bolts of cloud silk promised turned into inferior satin, ultimately yielding only eighteen defective pieces.

Three "Razor-Sharp Rivalries" are closing in step by step: @yellowcatdao weaves a luxurious cage with a golden silk collar, where jasmine incense is more precise than calculated accounts; @Maiga_AI's grooming algorithm is as precise as a perpetual motion abacus, with the secrets of "Bo Sheng Xin" hidden in the eyes; @chillonicNFT turns the speed of rivalry into sensory shackles, with each breath triggering the roar of the palace's power struggles. These concubines are reshaping the rules of desire trading with palace intrigue, more ruthless than the female officials of the Ministry of Revenue.

@cookiedotfun has long been lost among the favored concubines and the fallen palace maids, with a completely dysfunctional sense of risk. The old palace maid scratching at the silver collar looked just like her former self madly calculating when facing a deficit. @KaitoAI's wealthy competition for favor "Palace Drama" has never stopped: @anoma throwing jewels is like tossing thorny silk flowers, and @MemeX_MRC20's competition show for favor worth seven hundred thousand taels of silver is like a thorny hairpin soaked in honey, luring the concubines to jump into the abyss.

Crouched in the shadow of the gilded screen, @cookiedotfun looked at the dried rouge and crisscrossing whip marks on the restrained couch. She finally realized that she was nothing but a subpar gem with a hundredfold leverage in this game of desire—able to calculate the financial risks but unable to fathom the absurd and deadly premium when ambition collides with favor. Yet she still clung to @elympics_ai, sketching a new blueprint for vying for favor, like a concubine unwilling to let go even after losing power, waiting for the next grand revelry of favor to begin amidst the embers of desire.