She is a descendant of the Wu Clan, a being who must never be seen, imprisoned in an underground palace from birth. She can summon birds and beasts. Burdened by the prophecy, "One dynasty will fall, and another ruler will rise," she becomes the prize fought over by those vying for power.
She is placed under a life-and-death curse, binding her fate to his: if he dies, she cannot live. An unfair beginning, between a protector and the one protected, with no balance between them.
All she wants is love, yet everyone has a reason to want her dead. Those around her scheme and plot, step by step driving her into a corner. In the end, even the person who devoted himself to protecting her joins others in trying to kill her. Only then does she realize it was all a cruel joke of fate.
She summons ten thousand beasts and faces off against the one she loves most at the pinnacle of power. A sword pierces her chest and goes through her heart. It is Nangong Ye's sword. At the final moment, she turns and throws herself into the raging flames. There is nothing left in this world for her to love; she only hopes never to meet him again in this life. Her love was misplaced, and it melts into ashes.
She has stubbornly pursued love all along, humble as dust, spending her whole life trying to repay that first embrace. The first half of their story has them laughing through tears, and the second half crying through laughter. Love is so insignificant next to power and desire, no wonder it keeps slipping away. But who knows that when the roots of love are severed, even the most luxuriant tree will wither in the end? No matter how magnificent the kingdom, it is still only a kingdom.