[A cool story about the power struggle in the palace + two-way redemption + love at first sight + chasing his wife in the crematorium]
Everyone in Beijing said that Xie Yanchen was a ruthless and ruthless living king of hell.
None of the courtiers who entered Dongchang came out of his hands alive.
Until he pressed her against the wall, leaned close to her, and his voice was hoarse.
"Please ask me and I will let your father go."
His eyes, which were as cold as water in the past, rarely showed ripples.
Her mouth was pursed tightly, but she refused to say a single word of begging.
During his eight years as an official, no one had ever seen Xie Yanchen enter a temple and kneel down to worship the gods.
When Emperor Xuan asked, he only had one sentence.
There is no blessing in life, and I never believe in gods and Buddhas.
The second year after Xia Zhi became queen, she died in the palace. No one could find Xie Yanchen, the governor of Dongchang, to preside over the affairs of the court.
But someone saw him kneeling outside the temple all night long at the Thousand Buddhas Temple.
It rained from day to night, and Xie Yanchen had never been so urgent and alert.
