An epic story of nirvana from an abandoned wife in the palace to a queen on the prairie, a revenge and growth that spans the country and the heart.
In the thirty-fifth year of Qianlong's reign, Xiao Yanzi and Yong Qi returned to Beijing from Yunnan, but under the surface glory there was an undercurrent. Yongqi was gradually eroded by Xingrong's tenderness, and regarded Xiaoyanzi's innocence as rude, and finally completely left her out in the cold after Zhihua entered the house. On a cold night in the palace, cousin Xiao Jian appears and reveals a surprising life story - she is actually the princess of Horqin who lives among the people. A well-planned "fire fake death" cut off the past. Going north to the grassland, she changed her name to Qiqige. After three years of training, she transformed from an ignorant orphan girl into a princess in charge of the military talisman.
Three years later, Phoenix returned from the fire. A red dress at the birthday banquet shocked the Forbidden City, a sharp counterattack on the polo field, a heartfelt expression at the calligraphy and painting meeting, and crushed the enemy step by step. The irrefutable evidence of the Xinrong family's corruption and collusion with the enemy was exposed one after another, and Yongqi finally experienced the pain of betrayal, separation, reduction of rank, and exile. A piece of paper and a letter completely cut off the bad relationship.
However, after revenge, where will the vast world go? The sixth elder brother, Yong Rong, has been guarding her silently for three years. He gave her a knife and made a blood oath on the grassland, and drank in the moonlight in the turret. His love was as deep as the sea but he never forced her. Qiqige adopted orphans, set up a school, and became a legend on the grassland, but the cinnabar mole in her heart is still burning. Three years later, in the sea of Gelsang flowers, an unsigned letter arrived quietly: "Heaven and earth are the betrothed, and I am waiting for your promise." The guard of honor from the south has arrived, and the picture of eagles and phoenixes flying together slowly unfolds - should we stay in the grassland and be the wind of freedom, or rush for a covenant that spans the country?
**The prison cage in the deep palace, the bones are tempered in the grassland, and the phoenix sings in the sky.
The cinnabar is not cold yet, as evidenced by the mountains and rivers, this calamity will begin.
