The late autumn of the Chen Kingdom was always covered with ice. When Shen Yuwei put on the red gold phoenix crown inlaid with rubies for the third time, her fingertips still felt stiff - this was not glory, but the shackles pressing down on her neck on the chopping block of kings fighting for power. After the first establishment, Prince An took over the military power of the Shen family; after the second elimination, King Xiangdong wanted her life; now King Heyang helped her to ascend to the throne, just to take a fancy to the last bit of the Shen family's prestige, and treat her as a pawn to silence everyone. The cold rain in Yonghui Palace had been soaked for five years. She had long thought that she would slowly fade into a mist in this palace wall, like the figure in the old bronze mirror.
It wasn't until the banquet in Jinghe Palace that she caught a glimpse of the Beidi proton in the corner of the palace. Her straight shoulders were wrapped in a plain coat, and a shallow scar behind her ear was looming under the candlelight. The eagle-shaped jade pendant she was rubbing with her fingertips, and the string of crisp pine cones at her hand were exactly the same as the knight in shining armor who rescued her at Wangjing Ridge three years ago. That year, when the rebels were plundering her, he stood in front of her, his armor stained with blood, and his voice was as deep as the mountain wind: "Hide well."
Now we meet again, she is the Queen of the Chen Kingdom, and he is the hostage of Beidi, separated by the hypocritical smiles in the hall and the gap of a whole troubled world.
Is the phoenix crown a shackle or the key to breaking the situation? This encounter was never accidental - not only to save each other's lives, but also to overturn the bad game of Chen Kingdom.
Intention: Two-way rush and national integration in troubled times.