On a bright moonlit night, a lonely phoenix is locked in a golden cage. Shen Qingyi knelt in the snow dressed in plain clothes, watching the all-powerful regent brother coming with a sword - the hand that had gently tied her hair three days ago was now throwing a secret message of collaboration with the enemy in front of her. There is a secret prophecy spread within the red walls of the palace: a woman with a phoenix tattoo on her shoulder blade is destined to overthrow the dynasty. The "sister" raised by Xiao Yan himself is the bloody chess piece left by the previous dynasty. When the flames of destruction and tenderness on the pillow ten years ago were all lies, she tore up her brocade clothes and let the poisonous hairpin sink into his heart: "Brother, you miscalculated this game." The situation in the court suddenly changed, but he smiled and held her blood-stained hand and pressed it deeper: "Ayi, I want this country and you."
