Jiang Zhiwan was once the most noble woman in the world, but overnight she became a destitute queen who could be bullied by everyone in the cold palace. The phoenix crown and harem are replaced by commoner clothes and jade hairpins, and the fine clothes and fine food are reduced to scraps. Everyone thought she would wither in this deserted courtyard. Until, she started "dialogue" with the plants. No one knows that she can understand the whisper of the wind blowing through the flower buds, and can see the secrets written on the wall by the vines. The soil of this cold palace is her only loyal minister. ——When the iron tree in the courtyard, which had been dead for many years, bloomed with silver flowers and woven into a pattern of "The Crown Prince is critically ill," news came from the East Palace that the Crown Prince was coughing up blood. ——When the "Seven Days Red" she planted turned pure white overnight, like a mourning flag, three days later, the old enemy who framed her died unexpectedly. The deserted Leng Palace has become the most mysterious place for prophecies in the world. The princes who coveted the throne, holding rare treasures in their hands, only asked for the "enlightenment" of a plant in her garden. The empress dowager, who holds great power, wants to turn her into a puppet in the palm of her hand and use the "oracle" to control the world. And the aloof king who personally deposed her finally set foot here, with complicated eyes to explore whether she was a demon or a fairy. Faced with the coercion and temptation from all forces, Jiang Zhiwan just smiled lightly and brushed off the dust for a new orchid. "Want a prophecy?" "Ask my flower first, whether you agree or not." In this game where the world is the chessboard, she stirred up the turmoil of the entire imperial city with a courtyard.
