Introduction to the work "Half-Hearted Overcoming Tribulation: The Divine Bird Perches on the Side of the Crazy Emperor"
Su Qinghuang, the ancient red phoenix divine bird, was born ruthless and had only one calamity left after ten thousand years of cultivation. Heaven issued a decree, ordering her to enter the mortal world and experience a calamity of love - if the calamity is successful, the divine status will be perfected, if the calamity is failed, the spirit and bones will be destroyed. She believed that she had no emotions and desires, so she didn't take it seriously. She fell into the Dayin Palace and transformed into a little female imperial doctor.
Her target is the foolish seventh prince Xiao Heng, whom everyone in the palace laughs at. He was born to be the best in the palace but had the mind of a child. He was bullied by his brothers and despised by the palace people, but he was only favored by the emperor regardless of the reason. Su Qinghuang originally wanted to watch indifferently and leave when the love disaster was resolved on its own - but on the first day of entering the Jiheng Palace, half of her heart that had been sealed for thousands of years suddenly woke up and started beating crazily towards the foolish young man.
That's a debt from thousands of years ago. In the previous life, he dug out half of his heart to save her and put it into her body. In this life, she returned to him with half of her heart. The closer the two hearts are, the faster they flow back - his incomplete soul is being repaired day by day, transforming from an ignorant child to a sober teenager; while her divine power is declining day by day, and she is dying step by step from the nine-day divine bird.
Every time he wakes up, she becomes weaker.
Every time he takes a step closer, she disappears.
But that fool knows nothing. He only knew that there was a red phoenix under the sycamore tree, which was his imperial physician and the person he held close to his heart. He was kind to her in ridiculously clumsy ways - leaving sweet-scented osmanthus cake until late at night waiting for her to come back, covering her with all his quilts and curling up in the corner of the bed, carving her name crookedly on the sycamore tree, and then said: "You are the phoenix, and I am the sycamore tree.
