Under the glazed tiles of the deep palace, there is a pair of eyes that can glimpse destiny.
She walked from the cold moon steps, holding half a blood-stained jade in her arms, and stepped into the fog of southern Xinjiang.
The sacred mountain whispers the ancient contract, and the moonlight reflects the intertwined trajectories of the three girls - one is carrying mountains and rivers on the dragon chair, one is caressing the mythical beast by the altar, and the other is counting the rings in the starry night.
When the sunset over the Wuqi Mountains takes on a strange color, they will find the answers lost in the years on the eve of the overthrow of the dynasty.
Purpose: This article explores the various possibilities for individuals to pursue freedom on the established track through the struggle and watchfulness of three women in the whirlpool of power and the fate of the oracle - the chess game in the deep palace will eventually fail, and the snow on the sacred mountain will eventually melt. Only the bonds of blood between women, like stars that never fall, light the way forward for each other in the dark night of history.