The unloved princess Nangong Xiaozhu was frustrated because of her low status as a biological mother. She had no choice but to be a lowly child. However, her mother, a beautiful young woman, often complained that it was because of herself that she was ignored by the emperor. Poor Nangong Xiaozhu had a lot of grievances but no one could talk to her. She could only hide in the quilt and cry silently every night.
By chance, she picked up a book of words secretly sent from outside the palace by other princesses. She had never been exposed to these before, and it seemed that the door to a new world had opened up to her. She finally knew that women could hold military power and wear dragon robes. She subconsciously clenched her fists, looked at the gray moon outside the window, and made some determination.
From then on, she was still as cautious in dealing with people during the day, but she learned to please, which indeed brought her many benefits and opportunities, and she made clever use of these opportunities, secretly learning martial arts swords that only princes could learn, exploring the internal relationships of the royal family, and mastering and recording everyone's weaknesses. She unknowingly picked up the threads of fate, causing them to gather infinitely towards her. She gradually learned to use others and then crush them without blushing, because as she gradually became stronger, an absolute truth became more and more obvious - the only one who could completely trust and rely on was herself.
However, when she took complete control of the entire Nanling, there was no joy or sense of accomplishment as she had imagined. On the day she ascended the throne, she lowered her eyes slightly and saw that those who used to treat her like animals were as insignificant as ants. She thought: destroy it.
Burn it all, burn it, until she can no longer find any evidence that it existed, then maybe she will be truly relieved.
Decades later, a generation of empress died in depression in a hut in the mountains. It was not until the moment of death that she realized that she seemed to have gotten everything, and yet it seemed as if she had never gotten anything.
Concept: Feminine brilliance
