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Under the red walls of the deep palace, she is a humble speck of dust. When Shen Qingwu, a girl from the Huanyi Bureau, first met the emperor, she was kneeling in the snow washing her dragon robe, her fingertips turned red from the cold. "These hands should hold the phoenix seal, not the mallet." The emperor's careless words dragged her into the whirlpool of the Nine Heavens. From being the head of the Shangshi Bureau to being a female official in the Imperial Palace, she used retreat to advance, bewitching the king's heart with the fragrance of tea, killing people with borrowed knives, and letting her favorite concubine reveal herself. But on the day when the phoenix robe was added to her body, she stroked the ribbon tied by the emperor himself, and heard him whisper in her ear: "After the half-dead Wutong cleared the frost, my sincerity will never be with a living person." --This deep palace has never been her destination, but a chessboard for her revenge.