On the night of Chinese Valentine's Day, before the magpies in the palace walls could build a bridge, the ambergris in Weiyang Palace completely stopped breathing.
All the civil and military officials in the dynasty thought that the emperor had died and were waiting for the thin coffin to be nailed so that a new ruler could be installed. But only the queen knew that the body lying in the bright yellow curtain still had a faint breath.
"July 7th, the emperor is not dead."
These six words have become the heaviest shackles she has to bear in her life, and they are also the most powerful sword for her to face death.
In order to cover up this shocking secret, she took off the gentleness on her phoenix robe and quenched her heart into ice. During the day, she sat on the phoenix throne, her eyes flickering as she flirted with the officials in the court, stabilizing the crumbling country with impeccable dignity; at night, she transformed into Shura, laying a dragnet in every inch of the shadow in the palace, and strangled those jackals, tigers and leopards who tried to take advantage of the chaos one by one.
The imperial doctor's pulse record was tampered with, the loyal chamberlain died suddenly and mysteriously, and even the soothing soup handed to him at the pillow contained the poison of temptation.
She danced on the tip of the knife, and used lies and blood to build an airtight iron wall for the emperor on the edge of the abyss.
Everyone in the world knows that the Queen empress is a virtuous woman with vicious methods, but they don't know that behind every changeable plot, she is tightly guarding a secret that cannot be seen in the light.
When the cracks in the truth finally opened, when all the calculations pointed to the dragon chair, she stood on the blood-stained palace palace and watched the man who should have died slowly open his eyes.
She has won the world, but she doesn't know whether this long and thrilling Chinese Valentine's Day is a calamity or fate?
