On the night he was deposed, Shen Zhiyao lit the torch of the imperial mausoleum, exploded the dragon chair, and tore open the emperor's skin. She fled to the north with the secret scroll and found Pei Jin who had torn up the imperial edict for her - the man who pushed her into the abyss with his own hands. The mad doctor of the imperial hospital has a book written in the blood of the late emperor, the witch's poison is stirring up the court, and the maid she trusted most in the past is quietly writing her name in the medicine furnace. While the ashes of the dragon chair are still cold, the new throne has quietly taken shape in the blood and fire.
