In Yudu in late autumn, the cold wind blew like a knife through the crumbling dynasty.
In order to get enough to eat, Tan Yin, a refugee orphan girl, was treated as an unlucky and humble chess piece and forced into the turbulent East Palace against the prophecy of "the evil star".
At that time, the powerful officials in Dayu were restraining their efforts, and there were cavalry outside who were knocking at the gate. The gentle and forbearing prince Li Xi is standing on the edge of a cliff planning a bet that will destroy the country. He originally thought that this "Tan Ruzi" who could even chew bones in order to survive was just an insignificant touch of plaster in the harem.
However, in this cold and chilling prison of power, the prince, who was frightened every step of the way, and the weeds crawling in the swamp, caught a glimpse of the fiercest undertones in each other's souls through repeated mutual defenses and secret confrontations.
When the smoke of war sweeps across the northern border, each family has its own agenda, and the crisis of overthrow is approaching. Tan Yin, who originally just wanted to survive, unknowingly stood side by side in the center of the storm with the man who was sighing tiredly in the study late at night.
But the writing style of history books has never been partial to warmth.
A shocking upheaval swept across the mountains and rivers, mercilessly crushing the weak warmth of the East Palace. When blood stains Husha, humiliation, betrayal and conspiracy intertwine into the longest polar night. Tan Yin, who has no retreat, faces the cruelest choice in her life.
She once said that surviving is better than anything else.
But in the darkest moment, in order to protect the last glimmer of clarity in the troubled times, this dim "lone star" is willing to erase his name with his own hands and resolutely fall into the eternal hell...
It's hard to tell in the long night, who is waiting for an unknown sunrise on the ruins of despair, using their burned bones and blood?
Intention: The progress of history has never relied on magic weapons descended from heaven, but on the flesh and blood of idealists.