She was the direct descendant of the emperor's concubine. When she was seven years old, Zhaoting was burned down and no bones were left. Four words were written in the history book: "Yuan Zhao died."
Ten years later, the door of the old palace was opened, and a secret edict summoned her from the list of the dead and sent her back to this imperial city that was colder than hell.
Everyone called her "Yuan's daughter" and did not dare to call her "Yuan Zhao"; some people tested whether she was real, and some were even more afraid that she was real.
She smiled and saluted, put back the indestructible jade bone hairpin, and whispered: "Walking in the fire will help you see more clearly than living."
She is the ghost crawling out of the ashes and the one who is in charge.
The prince, eunuchs, relatives, and lovers are all not kind; the queen mother's words and smiles are cruel, and the emperor's orders are written in handwriting, and each of them is more ruthless than the other.
But she is more ruthless.
She doesn't ask for reversal of the verdict, she doesn't seek mercy, and she doesn't even care about life or death. As long as someone is willing to treat her as a chess piece, they must be prepared to be turned against her.
Everyone just thought she was crazy, until she gradually gained control of power, manipulated the direction of the wind, and executed executions in front of the palace.
She ascended the throne and became emperor, and her name was recorded in the history books for thirteen years.
After her death, no one dared to answer the palace gate. There was only a broken lamp and four words on the stone tablet:
"There's no one here."
Did she win?
She never asked, just laughed her way through the game.
You thought she had changed her fate against fate, but only in the end did she realize that all the victories and defeats in her life were in the script written by others.
Purpose: Women's survival and breakthrough in the patriarchal power system, the resistance and tragic victory of individual will in the arrangement of destiny