In the last years of the turbulent dynasty, Zhao Xichao, the daughter of the guilty minister, was forcibly named the "Magpie Envoy" and went to the Wei Dynasty to marry the princess due to family feud. She is as fragile as a dead branch, but she is pregnant with new shoots that break the ground; the heart of Wei Jue, the emperor of the Wei Dynasty, is like a cracked jade, the light is piercing but it is vaguely incomplete. When they met for the first time, he mocked him contemptuously: "Is a magpie slave worthy of sleeping on a golden branch bed?" But she smiled and said: "Your Majesty is wrong, I am born with a golden branch." When the magpies were holding branches and hundreds of birds were worshiping the phoenix savior, Wei Jue trampled the nine-layer palace steps, held the phoenix seal and knelt down and begged: "Xi Chao, I will be your magpie slave."
This is a palace love song intertwined with revenge and favor. Zhao Xichao's withered branches bloom into spring, which is a cry in despair; Wei Jue's cracked jade that shines with light is the collapse of arrogance. The magpie slave kills the king, and the birds pay homage to the phoenix - the game of power is washed with blood and reshaped with tenderness. Zhao Xichao used her feminine tenacity to dance gracefully on the edge of death. Every fold is like a knife cutting through the heart, and every step exudes a dark sweetness in the sweet pet. She is not weak, just waiting for the east wind; he finally becomes a beggar, just to hold up the despised golden branch.
