Also known as Ashen Twin Beauties
[Two female leads + political intrigue + fictional dynasty + tragic romance + BE]
A ruthless, battle-hardened general's legitimate daughter x a prime minister's daughter who leaves nothing to chance
Beneath a peach tree that year, the two swore an oath to each other: “One lifetime, one partner.”
Later, a bloodstained secret letter accusing them of treason turned their swords against each other.
One was a ruthless general, famed for her military victories. Wherever her silver spear pointed, corpses littered the ground.
The other was a scheming empress who ruled the imperial harem, turning every step beneath her phoenix crown into part of a grand design.
People said she had climbed to the throne on the bones of the Lin family, never knowing that
She made her phoenix crown a piece on the board and entered the game herself, all to protect the kingdom she had defended with her blood.
She feigned affection and acted out a deep love with the eldest princess, all to keep her far from danger.
She thought her heartless, never knowing that the pieces she had placed were giving their lives for her, one by one
Before her maid was tortured to death, she sewed the military plans into her flesh.
A scholar of humble origins was beaten to death, still clutching a copy of the evidence.
Her loyal deputy was pierced by dozens of arrows, leaving no body behind...
Every piece placed on the board was a love written in blood.
When the rebel army reached the city gates, she defended the walls with her sword, poisoned and near death.
She rode a thousand miles to reach her, only to see her fall from the city tower.
“Wanqing... In my next life... I won't be clever... I'll just be your silly lovebird.”
“I once swore to protect you for a lifetime, yet my spearpoint ended up aimed at your heart.”
She smiled in Lin Wanqing's arms. “It doesn't matter. I schemed against the whole world, and I schemed your whole life, too.”
The kingdom was at peace, and the peach blossoms still bloomed.
But the blazing sun had lost the moon forever. For the rest of her life, only a broken spear reflected in the snow, as she poured a solitary libation for the one she had lost.
