Fengqi Xuanwu

Feng Zhiwei is a mysterious and powerful queen mother in the palace. No one knows her true identity. She is forced to get involved in the palace fights she hates the most. She has been in the palace since she was very young and knows the rules of survival in the palace. She is decisive and ruthless, and has been fighting wits and courage with her nominal son, but in the end, it is just to help him grow up so that she can escape unscathed. Her true identity... Ye Yunzhou, the ambitious emperor, the nominal emperor, had no real power, and had been using the death of the late emperor to embarrass Feng Zhiwei, but the truth of the matter... The queen mother was still one year younger than him, which also made him oppose her at every turn. Mo Yuan, the Grand Master of Daning and the Flower of the High Mountains, has been practicing in the Xuanqiong Fairy Mountain. He is extremely talented and is about to become a god, but he is willing to fall from the altar for a beautiful woman. Feng Zhiwei vs Mo Yuan Young acquaintances, childhood sweethearts, meet again after a long absence. Later, she was killed by the poison not long ago, but Daning was at war with Nanzhou and must not distract them. She concealed the matter, and the day before the young emperor and the national advisor set off for the expedition, she dragged her sick body, kowtowed every three steps, and went to Nanshan to pray for the peace charm for the two of them. Everyone knows that Nanshan's peace talisman is the most powerful, but it is also the most difficult to find. The three thousand steps exhausted her strength, and her blood spilled on the snow, like blooming red plums. But she died the day before they returned to Beijing. It was winter when they set off for the expedition, and it was also winter when they returned. The only difference was that the snow in Beijing this year has not yet fallen. Until we encountered a funeral coffin on the way, the belated snow fell one after another, but when it almost fell on the coffin, it turned into blossoming red plums, belated snow...