The palace was shattered, and only blood and cold iron remained in her world.
He came over the corpse of his father and raised her chin with the tip of his sword, declaring that her life belonged to her.
Three years of imprisonment, trapped in a golden cage.
He takes taming as pleasure, and she takes hatred as armor.
At the birthday banquet, the colorful clothes and feathers danced with the remaining charm of the previous dynasty.
With an understatement, he gave her to his warriors like a plaything.
Stepping on the cold jade steps with bare feet, the golden bell rings like a soul.
She looked back, with a smile as sharp as a knife, and said heart-piercingly every word: "Since the prince despises it, why don't you enjoy it yourself?"
The whole palace was filled with deathly silence. He crushed the jade cup and blood rolled down like the rouge he used to wipe away his tears.
"Shen Zhiwei, you are still afraid after all."
She saw the bloody string in his sleeve——
The weapon that strangled her father to death never left her body.
Bloody hatred and twisted emotions grew crazily under the Nine Layers Palace.
She is an orphan girl whose country has perished, and she is also a poison-quenching blade.
He is the regent who holds all the power in the world, and he is also the Shura who created her hell with his own hands.
When the line between tameness and revenge is completely blurred,
Who are the real prisoners?
Who can finally... Crush this palace that locks everything?
Intention: He imprisoned her like a bird in a cage, but crushed the wine glass when he gave it to others - the bloody strings in his sleeves strangled her father to death and locked their undying fate.