Xiao Rongyu was born as a reserve. The most perfect container of the empire, its texture is imprinted with the laws of imperial power. The world looks up to Wu Xia, but they don't know the bone-crushing longing for her sister Xiao Lingyi's unrestrained freedom in the golden cage - the extravagant hope that exhaustive honor is hard to obtain.
Wei Zhao burst in like wildfire. The young general held a sincere and sincere heart, which became the only transgression and warmth under her cold royal power. However, when love became the prince's original sin, a careful "disappearance" crushed her in the scorching sun.
She suffered from heart disease and vomited blood, and the queen mother wept and whispered: "My dear, if you are really tired... My mother will let you go, okay?" She survived. With a distant smile and cold fingertips, he transformed into a more perfect totem of power. No one knows that the promise to die in silence has been locked - when her sister Ling Yi takes charge of the mountains and rivers, her soul will die in the eternal night.
She took in Ji Wujiu, the abandoned son of the cold palace, and gave him calculating tenderness, just to forge a sharp blade to protect the country. Watching him and Ling Yi fight with cold eyes, it was the Shura field she had laid for her young sister. She ignited her life with her own hands, and in the flames of criticism in the court, she paved the way for Ling Yi to ascend to the throne.
She walked towards the altar step by step. When Ling Yi saw through it, she said in despair, "Sister, don't leave!" With a hot slap. After ascending the throne, the iron wall was the most powerless prison elegy for the emperor's sister.
However, Xiao Rongyu's cage was never within the palace wall. She is the cornerstone of the empire and the sacrificer of her own destiny. He loves the mountains and rivers and all the people, but he is ruthless to himself and others. Under the calm skin, there is a crazy flame that burns everything to protect the love.
The prosperous times are brilliant, but the history is silent. Who remembers the widow's heart beneath the perfect prince's skin?
Intention: A grand burial in the name of the world, a tragic song that burns out personal feelings in the shackles of power. Love is original sin, a tool, and the other side that cannot be reached. All reasonable positions conspire in the deepest despair.