Spring's Chill in the Deep Purple Tenuity Palace

A daughter born to a concubine in a family of military officials, she has endured the bitter infighting between legitimate and concubine-born siblings. With no interest in the imperial selection, she nonetheless becomes a prince's principal consort.

A wicked prince seizes power and stages a palace coup. Her husband unexpectedly ascends the throne, and while she flees a plague because she is pregnant, assassins pursue her to the ends of the earth.

Amid clashing swords and warhorses, troops assembled on the battlefield, and beacon fires rising in the northern winds, her tender heart is forged into unyielding steel.

She returns from a life on the run, swallows her humiliation, and seeks revenge, only to discover that someone else was behind the frame-up all those years ago.

She is so focused on the mantis stalking the cicada that she fails to notice the oriole behind her.

Through peril after peril, she survives by a hair's breadth, then becomes empress with a calculating heart.

They promised to grow old together, yet she is left all alone.

What is love, if it leaves two people speechless before each other, with only a thousand lines of tears to say what they cannot?

The Purple Tenuity Divine Palace, where the emperors of Great Zhou dwell.

The imperial court and inner palace: ministers and consorts rise and fall between favor and disgrace. Some soar to the heights, while others are reduced to ashes.

There may be earth-shaking love and hatred, or intrigue drifting amid faint, alluring fragrances.

The realm, the family, the world: delicate shoulders, an iron hand, and a heroine in rouge...

Amid poetry and books, with jade hairpins chiming, a tragic and bitter palace tale unfolds...