The sun of the Jin Dynasty gradually set in the west, and the emperor was approaching his twilight years. The palms on the dragon throne could no longer hold tightly the reins that weighed the government and the opposition. The East Palace is far away from Prince Xuan's residence. The candles in the red gate are lit every night until dawn. The ambitions in the eyes of the princes grow in the dark, turning the court into a pool of muddy water.
Suddenly one day, thunder exploded - Prince Wu Jingyao's cronies defected in the face of battle, and a piece of evidence of "collaboration with the enemy and treason" was presented to the emperor. Those confessions whose ink was still wet were like poisoned needles, piercing into the foundation of the East Palace. As the emperor's sister, Wu Yunxiu was originally the sharpest blade in the princeling's factional struggle. She had stepped through many dangerous shoals for him in the undercurrent, but now she watched helplessly as the emperor's younger brother took all the blame on himself, and a glass of poisonous wine cut off all the connections.
The prince's death knell has not yet sounded, but the emperor's decree has been transmitted from the Zichen Palace. After all, he thought about the art of checks and balances, and did not want to declare the king's party to be dominant, so he helped the sixth prince on his knees to the wind, turning the crumbling court into a arena for two tigers to fight. The nobles and dignitaries all climbed high, the old covenants were shattered into powder, and even the stone cracks under the palace wall were filled with the rotten atmosphere infected by lust for power.
On the fifth day, Yunxiu stood in the setting sun of the East Palace, holding half of the jade pendant left by the emperor's brother in his fingertips. She didn't believe that the gentle but tough imperial brother would collaborate with the enemy, and she didn't believe that her father would really be deceived by a few slanderous words. Although her mother's family, the Si family, had been suppressed and her wings were broken, the fire in her chest had never been extinguished - it was not to fight for power, but to tear open the curtain of conspiracy, to restore the innocence of the emperor's younger brother, and to let the seemingly dim-witted father clearly see the monsters and monsters in this dynasty.
The wind swept the fallen leaves across the palace road, as if urging something. Wu Xiu turned around, the hem of her plain skirt swept across the moss in front of the steps, and the last trace of hesitation in her eyes was replaced by a cold light. This revenge has nothing to do with the throne, but only for Qingming. From this moment on, every step she takes will be based on the bones of those who framed her, until the truth is revealed to the world.
Intention: The road is long and difficult, but the journey is about to begin
