Jiang Zhuozhuo, the ninth princess of Qingqiu, was born with bones of fire and could control all kinds of beasts, but she could not tame a cold priest named Xuanming.
On their wedding night, she made a mistake in drawing a spell, and formed a life-and-death contract with the astrologer Xie Zhao that has been lost for thousands of years - he hurt her and vomited blood, she hurt him and broke his bones, and the astrologers in the sky were messed up. The girl in red was so angry that she jumped up and down: "My thirty-six strategies for chasing a husband haven't worked yet, so why did I bind you first?" The silver-robed priest looked at the lotus pattern on his wrist, and with a red tint on his ears, he pinched out the water mirror that had glimpsed their entangled future.
This engagement began with the calculation of the Five Continents Covenant: Qingqiu needed Xuanming's Zhenguo Xuanbingjian to suppress the rampant Suzaku spirit in her body, and Xie Zhao was ordered to use the body of frost and snow to trap the sky-burning flames. But when the spirit beast drunkenly overturned the wedding banquet, and the two bodies were close to each other in the peach blossom miasma, Zhuo Zhuo discovered that this man who always used star trails to distract her would actually pull her sleeves with red eyes after being drunk: "Madam... Don't look at that male peacock."
The red lotus karma fire hit the nine layers of cold abyss, she melted the ice shackles of self-imprisonment for him, and he turned into the silver crown of astrology for her. It wasn't until Xie Zhao cut out the Bing Soul Heart to give her a chance of survival that Zhuo Zhuo was shocked to realize that the agreement of the same heart had long been reversed into a death agreement - it turned out that everything was destined to be reunited by the person who changed his life against the will of heaven.
"I will use frost and snow as my bones to bear the calamity for you. Even if you burn all the wasteland, I will hold you up even if the sky falls."
When the brilliance of Zhuque Burning Cloud and Xuanwu Zhenhai illuminated the five continents, a new inscription slowly appeared on the oracle stele:
Love is a blasphemer, the most pious betrayal.
