The snow in the 23rd year of Yong'an is colder than the windy sand in the north.
When Nangong Shuyun stepped into the Suzaku Gate wearing a blood-stained black armor, the people of Chang'an had forgotten that she was once the pearl in the palm of her father's hand. Ten years ago, King Zhenbei died in battle. She took over the command as a princess, drank ice and slept in the snow at Yanmen Pass, and crushed her tenderness under the iron armor.
The returned Iron-Blooded Princess became a thorn in the eyes of the new emperor and a "disaster" in the mouth of her relatives. The cynicism at the family banquet, the poisonous schemes in the palace, and the overt and covert attacks in the court all wanted to crush her "restless" chess piece.
But the wind and snow in the north had already taught her: taking a step back would lead to an abyss.
She took advantage of the border war to regain military power, used the poor family champion as a sharp blade to cut open the abscesses in the court, and used the tears of the refugees to block the long-term mouth of the clan. From the mysterious palace to the blood-stained palace, from the imperial title to the nine-five-year-old throne, she stepped on the suspicion and blood, step by step to reach the peak that no one dared to step on.
The dragon chair in the Hall of Supreme Harmony was bitingly cold. She stroked the sword left by King Zhenbei and finally understood that sentence——
"The warmest thing in the world is the human heart, and the coldest thing is the emperor's cloak."
Ten years of iron-blooded exchange for a lifetime of supremacy, but when the wind and snow passed over the empty palace wall, she finally had to ask herself: Is this coldness in the height a promise to him, or an exile to herself?
