In the third year of Zhaohui, the undercurrent gnawed at the bones.
She is Xiao Zong, a rising star in the Ministry of Punishment. She wears black clothes and a black sword. She tears apart the fog in the court with her iron-blooded wrists, and her Qianyuan power frightens the capital. She is Su Yanran, the righteous daughter of the Chancellor. Underneath her gentle appearance is the last Tianxuan mark of the Xuanji Sect. Kunze's body is full of sharpness, and she has set up a seven-year death trap in the boudoir.
An assassination at a palace banquet made their eyes suddenly collide with each other through the illusion of power and conspiracy. The mystery of the salt tax spreads like a cobweb, leading to the tragedy of the past year that wiped out the sect. Above the court, Prince Ning is watching eagerly; deep in the palace, "shadows" are lurking like poison ivy; among the rivers and lakes, Xuanji's legacy is dormant and waiting.
From the life-and-death confrontation in the dark to the sleepless nights illuminated by candlelight in the archives;
From the scorching bloody kiss of running away on a rainy night, to the shocking flames when they both died in front of the Palace of Supreme Harmony.
They worked together step by step amid intrigues and strife, and recognized each other and embraced each other in the abyss of despair. The attraction between Qianyuan and Kunze goes against the will of heaven, and blood hatred and love burn reason with every breath.
When the final evidence tore apart all disguises, and when the cold light of the poisonous dagger on the side of the dragon chair suddenly appeared - she used her body as a shield to cut off all escape routes and pushed her out of the sky, leaving only a charred ring and a silent farewell buried in the roar of the explosion.
Mountains and rivers are reshaped, grievances are overturned, and there is no longer Xiao Shilang in Beijing.
Spring is deep in the south of the Yangtze River, the begonias are blooming again, and there are no people under the trees.
This is a revenge with love as the blade and life as the stake. It is also a song written with ashes and obsession on the ruins of the empire's machinations - the elegy of the two phoenixes.
