On a snowy night in the third year of Yongning, Chu Mingzhao was forced to wear the imperial mask of his twin sister.
The cinnabar between the brows can be hidden, the handwriting can be imitated, but the ink fragrance of "Women's Imperial Examination Policy" on the sleeves burns my heart. She made a bloody contract with the regent Xiao Jingheng - he helped her to calm down the wolves in the court, and she helped him clean up the stigma of the remnants of the previous dynasty.
When the birthmark rouge smudges in the heavy rain, when the sleepwalking handwriting reveals the edge of the New Deal, this chess game that started with a substitute finally turns into the light of dawn. The history books cannot write down the endgame of the late-night chess game in Weiyang Palace, but I remember that on the city tower that day, he leaned over and tied the fox fur for her: "I want the history books to write that you were unparalleled in the world, even if my name is buried forever in the wind and snow."
Concept: A female epic that breaks through the triple shackles