At the palace banquet, Su Mingyao, the nine-year-old second daughter of the Hou family, broke some plum blossoms and gave them to her. The gentle princess Shangguan Weiruo's heart was slightly rippled. At the age of thirteen, the girl with a silver gun guarded the border with her father. For five years, it was difficult to express her love in letters. The border is in flames, and the drunken words "I really want to marry you" ignite the deviant marriage agreement.
However, troubled times are like blades. Yan Feng, the god of war, Ling Yun, pressed down on the territory with iron hoofs from far away, and the "falcon eagle" in the court frequently fired secret arrows. In a desperate situation, Su Mingyao led his dead soldiers to attack the enemy camp at night, but failed. He was poisoned and became a prisoner of Lingyun Yuanjie.
In the deep palace, Shangguan Weiruo, who was worried and vomiting blood, was shocked to hear the bad news. Before she could feel sad, the cold and personal decree had arrived - in order to change her family and country to breathe, she had to marry Qiu Yu far away. On Zhuque Street, Feng Yu rubs shoulders with the plain white hearse. A blood-stained jade pendant and a deep mark instantly pierce the lie of life and death.
The overwhelming hatred burned away the last tenderness. Under the glorious crown, she entered the enemy's palace. When Ling Yunyuan offered the black iron spear used to kill his lover as a sign of goodwill, Shangguan Weiruo's fingertips touched the cold tip of the spear and smiled to quench the poison:
"Does Your Majesty know that the second daughter of Nanping Marquis's marksmanship is unparalleled in the world?"
From then on, with tenderness as the blade and wisdom as the web, she wanted this deep palace to turn into a cemetery for burying her enemies.
