No Master of the Ages: Ember Phoenix

The lights of Qinhuai cannot illuminate the wind and snow of young people. The nine-layered palace cannot hide the bones of the common people. She came from the brothel, using beauty as a blade and power as armor, stepping on the bones of princes to ascend to the throne of God. Thousands of ships marched eastward, and the cavalry crushed the glaciers; in the bloody court, thirty-six heads rolled down the ninth level. She thought that with the country in hand, the world would be at home. Until that rainy night. The unknown assassin's sword pierced her heart. When she was dying, what she saw was not the dragon's chair, not the country, but the snowy night many years ago - a dirty hand handed a warm sesame seed cake. She had been chasing the figure who turned and ran away all her life, but could not catch up. "What's your name..." No one answered. After her death, the world fell into deeper darkness. The red flame army flag split into seven pieces, and they died of hunger thousands of miles away, and their bones covered the field. A thousand years of achievements will ultimately have no owner.