The frost blade is hidden in the sleeve, and the plain hand turns over the clouds.
When Zhou Shuyun was young, the last copper nail was hammered into his mother's coffin. From then on, she was trapped in the house like a prison, and she was cautious every step of the way, but she was still forced into a desperate situation. Either become a pawn in the family marriage, or die in the back house's secret plot.
But she insisted on fighting for a way to survive, tempering her edge in the blood and fire. Use retreat to advance, kill people with a borrowed knife, and crush those turbulent wolves one by one under the hem of your skirt.
When the vermilion on the palace wall swallowed up the last ray of sunset, she stepped into the palace on top of the corpses in the courtyard. There is no smoke here, but there are deadly traps everywhere. The concubines' open spears and secret arrows, and the powerful officials' eager gazes are a hundred times more dangerous than the inner house. From a humble beautiful girl to the emperor's confidant, she climbed up step by step in the bloody strife.
Until that day, the young emperor held her hand with a deep look in his eyes: "I give you the authority, do you dare to stand side by side with me?"
She chuckled: "Your Majesty, aren't you afraid that I am too ambitious?"
He also smiled: "My country can accommodate your ambition."
He cleared away the thorns for her, and she helped him secure his position.
The court is turbulent, and they work together to break the situation; the harem is undercurrent, and they rely on each other. From an orphan in a deep house to the world of Fengyi, along the way, she walked through the bones of conspiracy, crossed the abyss of people's hearts, and finally stood on the top of power.
