I was reborn as a cold palace, and watched helplessly as my infant child was taken away by the imperial concubine, and the emperor coldly said that the baby should be dead. The blood and tears of the previous life have not dried up, but in this life I vow to change my destiny against the will of heaven. The agarwood beads on my wrist hide fragments of blood jade. Whenever I encounter a crisis, a prophecy written in blood appears, helping me predict changes in seven days. A war breaks out at the border, and my parents and children are in danger. I break out with my son, see through the scheming, and expose the fake prince. The court was turbulent, so I borrowed the old doctor's edicts and the incomplete pictures of the generals to prepare for every step of the way. The child grew up smart and early, recognized his mother at first glance, and said "Father, I have failed you too much" to set off the Shura field. The emperor pursues his wife in the crematorium. My heart has been hardened and I only want to protect my parents and children. The body of a concubine does not rely on gods and Buddhas, but only relies on swords, pens and blood. The phoenix seat is the top, and blood debts are paid with blood.
