The dance on the ten-mile long dike has not stopped, and the stream of light has entered Qinhuai. On the sparse trees and the mist of the cold moon, there was once a startling moment when the shadow came into view.
Soldiers and horses are fighting, dynasties are changing, and generations are changing. She is the only bloodline of the Ming Dynasty. After sleeping for twenty years, the girl's pure heart was burned by the flame of revenge. With her unparalleled beauty and scheming, she walked step by step towards the Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty, his son and Fuquan, who had left her behind with a snake-like smile. As much hate as there is love, when the dagger in her hand pierced Fuquan's body, it hurt her heart. It turned out that love was always in her heart. . .