Three identical faces, reborn with blood in two lives.
Nalan Zaodi was originally the sweet daughter of the Hou family, but she was framed by her second concubine Wei Qingxue and died tragically. When she opened her eyes, she became Hong'er, a low-class maid who was drowned. In the dampness of the stable, she bumped into another "self", who turned out to be the fifth princess Aixinjueluo Ningyu who was reborn in the body of the third lady of the Hou Mansion.
The poison penetrated the intestines and the princess's soul dispersed, but she lived in the deep palace as the fifth princess. When he was on the verge of death, the system of crossing the disaster sounded coldly: three chances, if he fails to complete his revenge, he will die. Hong'er's body became a "meeting gift" given to her by the system. It turned out that the "mark of revenge" shared by the reborn people was a face carved with blood and hatred.
The leader of Korguqi in the north, Korke, really coveted her, and the feelings of the imperial guard Hesheli Jinmin were hidden under the ethics. Li Fei's poisonous plot is still growing in the dark, and the power struggle in the Hou Mansion has long been in chaos.
She held Gong Dou's knife in her left hand and Zhai Dou's chess piece in her right hand. The system asked her to clear all obstacles, but the desire for true love in her heart grew wildly in the whirlpool of power.
Two lives hang on one's shoulders, and three chances of rebirth hang on one's head. When the mark of revenge is burned into every face, is she completing redemption, or is she burying the last trace of light with her own hands?
The bloody chess game between the deep palace and the prince's mansion has begun. In the name of the fifth princess, she sets up a killing game across the two realms - to make all those who owe money taste the feeling of falling from the clouds into the quagmire.
Intention: Tenacity emerges from the cracks of broken bones, and flowers bloom from the bloodstains. She does not want anyone's protection, nor borrows anyone's glory. From the quagmire of the Marquis Mansion to the cage of the deep palace, she tramples the cold instructions of the system and the covetous calculations of others into steps under her feet. She is not a dodder waiting to be redeemed, she is the one who holds the torch to split the dark night. Those who owe her and restrain her will eventually see that her growth is never a gift from anyone, but she picks up the broken parts of herself piece by piece and recasts them into swords. Not only can I protect the softness in my heart, but I can also overcome all the difficulties in my life.
