Emperor Phoenix

In a past life, a bloody incident led to the tragic death of the founding empress. In this life, she comes bearing resentment, yet the truth is shrouded in layers of mist, swirling and elusive, revealing no clear picture. Reborn across the ages, upon whose neck should her sword of vengeance gently rest?

Is it the tempestuous emperor of the current dynasty, lost in passion? Is it the calm prince of a foreign land, bound by life and death? Is it the enchanting and deeply scheming prince of a different surname? Is it the elegant and exceptionally intelligent younger brother of the emperor? Or is it the dashing and ambitious hero of the martial world

Who are her enemies? Who are her friends? Who buried her with cruel strikes, and who supported her at the pinnacle of the long winds? Who ultimately observed with a cold demeanor, witnessing her proud and disdainful smile, gently moving her fingers beyond the clouds, manipulating the grievances of this deep palace and the chessboard of the world?

A story about love and hate, life and death, the world and human hearts, tranquil on the surface yet intense at its core, a journey suitable for savoring the ambiguity and depth between the lips and teeth, just like this cold night, where the palace lights remain unextinguished, the wind rustles the jade curtains and golden hooks, creating a tinkling sound, while the smoke rises gently from the purple-gold lily cauldron, carrying a hint of sandalwood

And at the bottom of the ash, a faint dark red spark quietly awaits, with the power of silence, for the moment when it will burst into vibrant flames

As the long winds rise, the phoenix dances, who holds dominion over the world