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In the heart of the Imperial City, where power is won through whispers and lost with a single misstep, Ling Xuefeng reigns over the political battlefield. A woman of unmatched cunning and ambition, she has maneuvered her way into the highest echelons of power—yet enemies lurk in every shadow.

As Crown Prince Zhao Wuyuan struggles to maintain his grip on the throne, and General Wei Jian seeks to restore honor to the empire, a deadly game of deception and alliances unfolds. But when the naive yet ambitious Shen Rui, son of the Imperial Chancellor, finds himself ensnared in Ling Xuefeng’s web, the balance of power shifts dangerously.

With spies masquerading as allies and blades hidden behind smiles, the Imperial Court becomes a battleground where survival means mastering the art of manipulation. As the storm rages, the question remains—who will be left standing when the final move is made?

The Phantom Phoenix

Ling Xuefeng had never doubted her ability to control fate, but tonight, something was amiss.

She sat in her chambers, the candlelight flickering in her dark eyes as she read over the decree she had forged. The ink was dry, the seal perfect, and yet...

A single knock at her door shattered the quiet.

Xu Meilin entered, her expression unreadable. "There's been a problem."

Ling Xuefeng arched an eyebrow. "A problem?"

Meilin hesitated, something rare for a woman who had played as many dangerous games as Xuefeng herself. "The Emperor is alive."

The words sent a chill through the room. Impossible. The old man had been gravely ill, his decline orchestrated with meticulous care. His death was supposed to be inevitable.

And yet, the rumors had begun. The Emperor had risen from his sickbed.

More than that—he had summoned Zhao Wuyuan.

For the first time in years, Ling Xuefeng's fingers trembled against the parchment. If the Emperor regained his strength, he could challenge everything she had put in motion. Her carefully laid plans, the deaths, the lies that had become truth—it could all unravel with a single command from a living Emperor.

Meilin leaned in, voice low. "You need to move fast. But something tells me… we are not the only ones playing this game."

Ling Xuefeng's lips curved into a slow smile, though the fire behind her eyes burned with something darker. She would not lose.

But for the first time in a long time, she realized—

The First Fracture