In the fifteenth year of Tianbao, the wind in Maweipo carried the smell of blood and despair.
When Shen Qing opened her eyes, what was reflected in the bronze mirror was that face that was most beautiful in the world, but also destined to be sad - she became Yang Yuhuan, and there was only less than one night left before the white silk broke her neck.
"Your Majesty, your majesty... Agrees." The chamberlain's voice sounded like ice.
Outside the tent was the roar of the imperial army, while inside the tent was the silence of the emperor. History says that she was a witch who brought disaster to the country and was a sacrifice for this rebellion.
But Shen Qing knew that she was not.
With Yang Yuhuan's identity, she tore up the script of fate. He delayed his death, divided the imperial army, escaped from Maweipo, and faded away his red makeup to enter troubled times.
During the Anshi Rebellion, she saw people dying of hunger and heard the cries of the people, and then she understood that the so-called "beauties are a disaster" is just a fig leaf for the power game.
From colorful and feathery clothes to coarse linen clothes, from the beloved concubine in the deep palace to the lonely figure in troubled times, with her modern soul, she walked a new path belonging to "Yang Yuhuan" on the ruins of the collapse of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Maweipo's Bai Ling did not strangle her to death. This troubled world will eventually witness her survival.
