In the winter of the seventeenth year of Yonglong's reign, the golden hairpin was soaked in blood in front of the steps of Leng Palace.
Yun Shang, who had his eyes gouged out, clutched half of the blood-stained edict and chuckled softly as he listened to his biological father's edict to give him poisonous wine.
Everyone knows that the Ninth Princess of Daye is born with demonic eyes, but they don't know that when the blood mole in the corner of her eye burns out, she can see the rise and fall of the dynasty for hundreds of years.
Ten years later, on a thunderous night at Langhuan Academy, the commander of the Imperial Army, covered in black armor, pointed his sword at the throat of the female mountain chief.
The moment the copper bell on the corner of the eaves shattered, Pei Yan saw clearly those frosty red phoenix eyes - the little Emperor Ji he had buried with his own hands, holding a poison-tempered silver needle against the old scar on his heart: "Master Pei, these eyes are very much like my loyal servant who fed the jackals."
The day she ascended to the throne of the aristocratic family son by stepping on his back, she put shackles on him: "Are you going to be the sharpest knife or the most obedient dog?"
But he knelt in front of the steps and allowed her to drive the golden needle into his neck: "I am willing to be the dust of your majesty, and my heart is ashes."
Until the northern cavalry pressed down on the border, Pei Yan's silver armor was shattered and the city tower was bathed in blood.
Yun Shangcai saw the same phoenix pattern as his own on the enemy general's sword spike - in the baby-swapping case on the bank of Hanjiang River twenty years ago, the person whose eyes were gouged out was never the True Emperor.
These thousands of miles of land were originally the dowry she took for him, but the nine-layered palace was the prison he built for her.
When the blood mole turned into a golden phoenix and soared into the sky, the history books could not be written in detail. Under the cold moon, the emperor personally tied the trembling fingertips of the red rope for blessings to the powerful ministers.
Purpose: In the bloody chess game of gender and power, only those who open their true hearts can rewrite destiny