Everyone in later generations knew that she had been born into boundless wealth and glory, and that she later gave everything she had to help the one she loved seize the throne, never once regretting it, even in the face of death.
Amid the chaos of the times, heroes rose in droves, while the struggles among women were just as turbulent, full of twists and turns. She carved a bloody path forward every step of the way.
“Our stations are different. It is only right that you are beneath me!” On her wedding night, the phoenix crown and red wedding robe were not hers. She watched the man she loved enter the bridal chamber with another woman, her teeth clenched. The hatred of having her love stolen, the roles reversed: one day, I will make you pay twice over!
“You made me demote my wife to a concubine back then. Everything happening to you now is what you deserve.” In the towering imperial palace, she finally wore the phoenix robe and ascended to the highest throne.
A delicate flower raised in a hothouse, yet she became a bird in the sky, soaring ever higher.
