The sudden rain on a cold night could not extinguish the blood fire in the glass cup. Yun Qingyue opened her eyes from the pool of blood while holding the destiny star chart. In the past, the most humble concubine in the Shangshu Mansion, the abandoned son whose heart was cut out by her sister-in-law and sacrificed for her life, now has a glimpse of the secret - the movement of stars in the palm of her hand can determine the rise and fall of a dynasty. Rebirth is not salvation, it is her declaration of challenge to fate.
When I first entered the court, there were arrows hidden like locusts. The cold eyes of the Shangshufu are like a poisonous needle, the powerful officials' calculations are like a dragnet, and even the hand of alliance handed over by the prince has hidden barbs. The train of her light blue skirt passed through the whirlpool of conspiracy, and the moment her fingertips touched the star map, she rewoven the threads of everyone's destiny. Yun Ruoyan looked at her former puppet sister smiling sweetly, but she didn't know that there was a heart-breaking knife hidden under that smile; Chu Huaijin planned her to fall into despair, but he didn't expect that she could use the stars to change the fate of the country and dance gracefully in the meat grinder of power.
When Xiao Yuchen brought half of the country beside her, the combination of the lone star and the emperor split the fog with wisdom and used true love as a shield to resist the hidden arrows. But every time the star chart turns, a layer of her sincerity peels off - if she wants to dominate the world, she must bury all tenderness with her own hands. When the phoenix crown bent her spine, and when blood soaked the star map, Yun Qingyue, who was standing at the pinnacle of power, finally understood: in this game of chess, she won the world, but lost to the person who could cover her clothes on a cold night.
