A phoenix-like saga of a discarded palace wife rising to become queen of the grasslands, and a tale of revenge and growth that crosses the realms of power and the heart.
In the thirty-fifth year of Qianlong’s reign, Xiao Yanzi and Yongqi return to the capital from Yunnan. Beneath the surface of their glorious homecoming, undercurrents are already stirring. Yongqi is gradually consumed by Xinrong’s tender charms, comes to see Xiao Yanzi’s innocence as crude, and finally abandons her completely after Zhihua joins the household. On a bitter night in the palace, her cousin Xiao Jian appears and reveals a startling secret about her birth: she is actually a princess of the Khorchin who was lost among the common people. A carefully planned “fire and faked death” cuts her ties to the past. Heading north to the grasslands under the name Qiqige, she endures three years of trials, transforming from a naïve orphan into a princess regent entrusted with the military seal.
Three years later, the phoenix returns, risen from the flames. A woman in red makes the Forbidden City quake at the birthday banquet. At the polo match, she strikes back with effortless precision; at the calligraphy and painting gathering, she delivers a devastating hint. Every step is calculated as she crushes her enemies. Proof of corruption in Xinrong’s family and Zhihua’s collaboration with the enemy comes to light one after another. Yongqi finally suffers the pain of being abandoned by all, stripped of his title, and sent into exile. One divorce decree severs their ill-fated bond for good.
But once revenge is done, where should she go in this vast world? For three years, Sixth Prince Yongrong has silently watched over her. He gave her a blade and swore a blood oath on the grasslands; beneath the moon in a corner tower, they drank together. His love is as deep as the sea, yet he has never pressured her. Qiqige adopts orphans and establishes schools, becoming a legend of the grasslands, while the cinnabar mark in her heart still burns bright. Amid a sea of Gesang flowers three years later, an unsigned letter quietly arrives: “With heaven and earth as our betrothal witnesses, I await your promise.” An entourage from the south has arrived, and a painting of an eagle soaring alongside a phoenix slowly unfolds. Will she stay on the grasslands, free as the wind, or journey toward a covenant that bridges the realm?
**The palace cage forged her bones on the grasslands; the phoenix cries through the highest heavens.
The cinnabar mark still burns, the land stands witness: this trial has only just begun.