The deep palace is like an abyss, and the steps are paved with bones. She was not born a phoenix, but she wanted to fly away in blood.
In the sixth year of Yonghui's reign, the cold wind in Yeting carried the draft edict and wrapped Wu Meiniang into the gorgeous meat grinder of the Tang Dynasty's harem. Here, the dead souls of dry wells are buried under the golden steps and jade bricks, and the poison-quenching blades are hidden in the spring warmth of the pepper room. She has seen the naked reality of the world - the humiliation of physical examination peels off the skin and corrodes the bones, the coldness of the cold palace pierces the heart and soul; the bleeding jade steps of Xu Cairen's seven orifices, and the tongue knife under Master Jingxuan's compassionate mask, all show the darkest part of human nature when power crushes it.
From the humble palace maid to the bedside of the King of Jin, from the edge of the dry well to the moonlight of Ganye Temple, Wu Meiniang stepped on the tip of the knife every step she took. She learned to carve blood spells with gold hairpins, bind people's hearts with oaths, and refine her soul in the shadow of the queen's iron fist and the hypocritical meditation room of the nun. Desire is the only aphrodisiac, and survival is the ultimate law. When the last trace of her innocence faded away, only the naked coveting for the pinnacle of power remained in her deep eyes.
This is not the romantic field of talented men and beautiful women, but the Shura Road where flesh and blood are everywhere. Let's see how a woman who is unwilling to sink, in Wu Zetian's magnificent harem chess game, uses her body and blood to stage a "high emotional value" black fable that mobilizes joy, anger, sorrow, and penetrates the subtleties of human nature.
