She was once Xiao Jinhan's most trusted adviser, but she burned the bones of three generations of emperors with her own hands that night when the imperial mausoleum was in flames. He led his cavalry to break through the palace gate, staining the jade steps with blood. He only picked up a handful of warm ashes and locked her into the underground palace for seven days and seven nights. He said: "You are burning your ancestors, but I am destroying your soul." She smiled, her lips stained with blood on her phoenix robe: "What you owe me is never the country, but that snowy night when you pushed me into the pit of fire with your own hands." When forbidden love turned into a mountain of corpses in the court, she used life as a guide, and he used power as a blade. What cannot be burned is the fate entwined with blood and bones.
