It was snowing in the middle of winter, and Su Wan's thin body knelt in front of the vermilion palace wall for a long time, the ice was biting. The imperial edict fell, the Su family building collapsed, and her father and brother were exiled. As the daughter of a guilty minister, she was forced to be sent to the Nine Palaces as a concubine, becoming an involuntary abandoned child in the chessboard of power. The innocence and simplicity of the past have been peeled off every inch in this palace filled with gold and jade and undercurrents of murderous intent.
Helpless, she became the new-born lamb in the eyes of the concubines. Deliberately making things difficult, the silent cold poison in the tea cup, the bone-chilling pain of being forced to kneel in the cold winter night... What's more, the insidious cold arrow almost pierced her heart; the arrogant and domineering Concubine Shen fell into a self-directed and self-acted fall, and the slanderous curse almost nailed her to the pillar of shame. When she was framed and caused an epidemic, and the innocent palace people around her were dying, the last remaining cowardice in Su Wan's eyes was completely burned out.
In this majestic deep palace, every step of glory is soaked in blood and tears, and every chance of survival is foreshadowed by the next level of ultimate destruction. The girl who was once as pure as snow was tempered in the thorns and blood and fire into an unparalleled sharp blade, but also full of cracks. Every step she took to tear through the darkness and climb up was dancing with her life on the tip of the blade, writing a gorgeous, tragic, and suffocating legendary prologue.
A fire in the deep palace burns all the bones of infatuation. Let's see among the embers, who holds the overwhelming power?
