In her previous life, Dou Yifang ruled as empress but lived out her days in solitude. Nie Shen'er died after drinking poison, consumed by hatred.
They opened their eyes reborn, both back in the carriage where they had fled at the age of five.
Dou Yifang and Nie Shen'er, bitter enemies who had fought each other their entire lives, saw the same raging storm in each other's eyes.
Will we keep fighting this time?
“Let's survive first.”
“Then we can settle our scores.”
One glance, and they silently formed an alliance.
As the gears of fate turned once more, they joined forces to take in Mo Xueyuan, a girl with peerless martial skills.
In a ruined temple, three little hands clasped tightly together. “From now on, we're sisters.”
From then on
During their ten years in the mountain village, one devoted herself to medicine and political strategy, another honed her schemes and dancing, and the third perfected her peerless martial arts.
When they entered the palace as candidates in the imperial consort selection, one was dazzling and radiant, another graceful and wise, and the third an unseen guardian.
Zhou Ziran picks a fight? Princess Qingning plots against them? Empress Lü's faction infiltrates the palace?
Sorry, the sisters stand united, and they know exactly how to deal with anyone who refuses to behave.
Later, all of Weiyang Palace knew this:
Cross Dou Liangdi, and Consort Nie will show you what it means to kill without drawing blood.
Hurt Consort Nie, and the next moment, Lady Mo's sword will be at your throat.
Go after Mo Xueyuan, and you'll face Empress Dou's schemes, Nie Shen'er's calculations, and Marquis Anning's fury all at once.
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