Xuanzhou Crossing Jinguang

This is a story of warm love blooming in the cold ashes of power struggle. She is an orphan from the previous dynasty, burdened with a blood feud, walking on thin ice in the cracks of the palace's intrigues, her heart is like a cold pool, only the embers of revenge remain. He is a powerful minister of the new dynasty, with a large number of troops, but he is deeply involved in the whirlpool of imperial suspicion and court. He seems to be in a high position, but he is also a lonely wasteland in his heart. The chess game of fate pushed them into opposition, and in the thrilling games of life and death, they glimpsed the similar scars and immortal sparks deep in each other's souls. He admired her tenacity and resourcefulness tempered in desperate situations, and she understood the sincerity and courage hidden under his iron-blooded authority. They are not each other's saviors, but in this chaotic chess game of intrigue and murder, they are each other's glimmer of light that illuminates the way forward, and each other's firewood that warms the cold night. He used his strategy as a shield to protect her from the bloody storm; she used her wisdom and stratagem as a blade to help him break through the many mysteries. In the whirlpool of intrigue intertwined with cold calculation and hot desire, they become each other's sharpest sword and the warmest home. When the embers of hatred and the ice of power try to swallow them up, only the hands holding each other are the only hope to break out of despair. The embers are not yet cold, but spring is already in my heart. Let's see how this pair of sons and daughters in troubled times work side by side in the bloody conspiracy, using love as salary, igniting hope, and on the ruins of dynasty changes, they jointly compose a legend of an emperor and empress running in both directions and redeeming each other. They not only want to survive in this cannibalistic world, but also stand side by side at the pinnacle of power, letting each other become the eternal spring in the other's ashes.