Noble as a phoenix’s feather, adored by countless powerful families, she strides proudly to the pinnacle of the imperial court.
Yet this heaven-blessed prodigy was born a girl: Jiu Ranling, the royal family’s only princess.
Living in the palace, she hears the harem call her “spoiled and reckless, arrogant and overbearing.” She says nothing, simply putting away her carefree laughter and smiling softly.
But however radiant her smile, it is all a disguise.
The harem’s fortunes shift overnight, and the court seethes with hidden currents.
Twelve years ago, a fire at Qianying Palace claimed the lives of two beloved consorts. The contest for the empress’s throne was settled, and the three children left behind by the consorts faced very different futures. Every last detail was part of a scheme.
Twelve years later, the princess who had left the palace returned with its greatest surprise. But fate toyed with them, and once the two learned the truth, all they could do was smile faintly and release each other’s hands. Every last detail was their doom.
She said, “Do you still remember the fire at Qianying Palace twelve years ago?”
He said nothing.
She said, “I never wanted to understand this filthy, sordid royal family either. These are all my sins. I know that.”
He was gone.
She said, “Fengling, I am a feather held captive. In this world, who can become my wings and fly alongside me?”
He gave a quiet laugh.
When a blank sheet reveals the final conspiracy, and two pairs of exquisite eyes meet,
perhaps everything already has an answer.
I just lament that the water in the palace is too deep, the little princess, the second prince, and the seventh prince are suffering too much. The water is too cold in a place where people can eat people without spitting out their bones. I hope that after reincarnation, the little princess can fly to the sky for nine days and truly be loved and loved all her life.