On the day when the plum rain in the south of the Yangtze River soaked the shark's silk handkerchief, Shen Qinghuan was carried into the Zhenbei Palace on a green bamboo sedan. The face in the bronze mirror that was 70% similar to the late empress's became the sharpest chess piece in the Taifu's hands - everyone knew that the Prince of Zhenbei, Xiao Jingyan, loved his deceased emperor's sister-in-law alone, but no one knew that under this frail skin, there was hidden the obsession for revenge of the orphan of the previous dynasty.
In front of the cold jade bed, Jamel Xiao lifted her chin with the tip of his sword. The black robe was wrapped in the fragrance of northern Xinjiang cedar: "A fake is worthy of the sincerity?" Shen Qinghuan lowered his eyes to hide the cold light in his eyes, and his fingertips touched the jade pendant on his waist that was engraved with the totem of the previous dynasty. There is a secret chessboard hidden in the secret room. Every time a chess piece falls, it is a secret message to move the court; the bloody mandala refined in the medicine furnace is both a life-saving medicine and a deadly weapon.
When the beacon fire on the border ignited, he stuffed the tiger talisman into her palm and turned around to crush the frost and snow in the sky. Shen Qinghuan discovered a secret letter from the Taifu who collaborated with the enemy in the secret room of the palace. The candlelight reflected the handwriting on the parchment red. Exposing it would mean self-destruction, while silence would destroy the person who always protected her in the dark. When she rushed into the battlefield wearing black armor, she was shocked to realize that the cold-faced prince looked at her no longer as if he were looking at a substitute.
On the day of the bloody coup, Shen Qinghuan stood in front of Jamel Xiao. When arrows pierced his heart, he vaguely heard his hoarse roar tearing through the sky. When she woke up again, the Jinluan Palace had a new owner, and the man who once said she was a "fake" was looking for her in the vast sea of people for three years wearing a crown. Under the smokey willows in the south of the Yangtze River, he took off her bamboo hat, her shadow reflected in his eyes: "This time, let me be your substitute."
Intention: Redemption and transcendence of love and hate, self-growth and struggle against destiny