Xu Zhixia, a seventeen-year-old high school sophomore girl in modern times, once passed through the forty-three years of Kangxi's reign and became an insignificant palace maid under the outer steps of Qianqing Palace - Shumulu Ningwan.
With the sobriety and ignorance of modern people, she plunged headlong into the vortex of nine sons competing for the throne. The gentle and gentle Eighth Master, the straightforward and straightforward Tenth Master, the sinister Fourth Master, and the Thirteenth Master who loved being a hero... The history she had read was originally a sheet of cold names. But when she actually stood in front of them, she realized that everyone had flesh and blood, had no choice but to have unfinished dreams.
She had also experienced a different kind of warmth—perhaps it was the Eighth Master's ambition beneath his gentleness, perhaps it was the truth and sincerity behind the Tenth Master's straightforwardness, or perhaps it was the Fourteenth Master's unspoken care under his razor-sharp mouth. These tiny pieces of warmth made her think she could catch something in the cold palace wall.
She once tried to keep the bystanders awake, but was forced to become a player in the increasingly deepening fetters. She has seen the lust for power, and she has also seen magnanimity and sincerity; she tried to pick up everyone she cared about in the torrent of history, but was told by reality again and again that history cannot be changed, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. The more she struggled, the more she couldn't help herself.
When she finally saw clearly that the red wall of the towering Forbidden City had always been a cage that trapped everyone. Finally, during the third year of Yongzheng's reign, Ning Wan chose to go into seclusion to end this big dream that was not hers.
