A little deeper than the wall of Dayin Palace, a bare-footed white lotus sprouted step by step. It caught the eyes of the emperor and became the white moonlight that was envied by the world.
Ye Liuli was born pure and pure, and her bare feet seemed to be unstained by dust, which made Xiao Che pour out all his tenderness and bestow all the honors and favors in the world on her, thinking that he had found the love of his life, and he would protect her like a pearl in his palm. But no one knows that the roots of this pure white lotus have long been soaked with blood and poison. Hidden in the eyes is the overwhelming hatred that destroyed Dayin, and what is in the heart is the deep hatred of blood debt.
She is the orphan of Yeerqiang, and the pain of the destruction of her country and her family is engraved in her bones. Entering the palace is just a well-planned revenge. Pretending to be weak and seeking pity, he used a knife to eliminate dissidents in the harem, secretly linked up with the old men to lay a dragnet, and used the emperor's affection as the sharpest knife to turn the country upside down and crush Xiao Che's sincerity to pieces.
He was the most powerful person in the world, and even though he had thunderous means, he still cared deeply about her. Even though his body was bruised and bruised, he still stubbornly wanted to retain that seemingly pure figure and tried to warm up that frozen and vicious heart.
Love and hate are entangled, power and intrigue are involved, the palace is shattered with bare feet, and vicious schemes overwhelm the country. When the layers of disguise were torn apart, the white lotus revealed its black core, and the emperor's love burned to ashes, her revenge was finally paid, but she was trapped in endless desolation; his country was severely damaged, and he finally cut off the obsession that penetrated deep into his bones with his own hands.
Three feet of white silk, a ray of the setting sun, the soul of the barefoot poisonous concubine broke through the palace wall, the emperor guarded the empty city alone, and the rest of his life was silent.
It has always been a carefully calculated show, how can it be sincere? After all, the lotus falls and its blood dries up, the emperor is alone, and all love and hate are in vain.
