Ye Qingwan, the eldest princess of Anning, was once the most delicate pearl in the hands of the empress, but due to a conspiracy, she was sent to the north for three years.
Everyone thought that the eldest princess had lost her talents in the bitter cold, but little did they know that she had already been tempered into steel by the wind and snow in the north. In the past three years, she secretly set up an intelligence network and controlled the secrets of the world; she developed a unique skill and was able to kill people while talking and laughing; she also recruited a group of loyal men, and even the Mobei Ma bandits had to retreat when they saw her token.
When the imperial edict to return to Beijing arrived, Ye Qingwan was just finishing a secret case under the name "Ye Chenjun". She stroked the brocade cloak embroidered by the queen herself, with cold stars twinkling in her eyes - she was finally going back to stir up the muddy water in the capital.
In the deep palace, the battle between the prince and the kings has become intense; above the court, old enemies and new grudges are surging undercurrents; in the rivers and lakes, the forces she has established with her own hands have already laid a dragnet.
This seemingly fragile eldest princess actually holds the chess game in her hands. She is not only a gentle and graceful person who enjoys the joy of the emperor and empress, but also a person in power who can make both black and white bow their heads; she understands the elegance of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the ruthlessness of swords and lights.
The wind and snow in the North did not cool her blood, but made her more aware of what she wanted. Returning to Fengque, she wants to take back everything that belongs to her, and let all those who despise her and plot against her taste the feeling of falling from the clouds.
And those conspiracies hidden in the heap of brocades will eventually be exposed under her sharp edge.
The charge of "treason" placed on her was ignored, but the assassination on the way back tore open the bloody curtain of the battle for the throne - hypocrisy
