A bloodbath in her past life left the founding empress dead in a most miserable way. In this life, she comes back with grievances, but the truth is shrouded in mist like a hidden building, full of twists and turns without revealing its entirety. Reincarnated, upon whose neck should her sword of revenge gently rest?
Is it the current emperor, fierce and lost in his emotions? Is it the calm prince of another country, who follows her through life and death? Is it the mysterious king of a different surname, with deep schemes hidden beneath his charm? Is it the elegant and supremely intelligent royal brother? Or is it the carefree martial arts prodigy, who harbors ambitions? Who is her enemy? Who is her friend? Who buried her under cruel killing moves, and who saved her at the peak of the wind? Who ultimately stands solemnly to see her smirk coldly, lightly moving her fingers beyond the nine heavens, manipulating the deep palace grudges and the chessboard of the world?
This is a story about love and hatred, life and death, the world and human hearts, calm on the surface but intense at its core. It's a long journey that reveals ambiguity and profundity when slowly savored between lips and teeth. Just as in this cold night, the palace lamps remain unextinguished, the wind stirs the jade curtains and golden hooks creating a tinkling sound, and smoke rises gracefully from the purple gold lily tripod, a wisp of incense. Beneath the ash, a spark glows dark red, waiting silently for the moment to burst into flames. The long wind rises, the phoenix dances, who will dominate the world?
In this splendid age, in this prosperous empire, these extremely beautiful and wise men and women, these deeply hidden conspiracies and long-buried grudges, these deadly entanglements written in ink due to love and remembrance, longing and parting, vividly portrayed on the vast historical blueprint.