"Your Highness, the dagger under your sleeve is shaking." Du Yaoyao crushed the tea cup with a smile, golden light flowing in her eyes.
Dressed as a young official of the Tang Dynasty, she has a spiritual eye that can penetrate people's hearts - the murderous intention surging on the dragon couch, the dormant wolf smoke in the feudal town, and the young general who is always wiping the sword under the moon have all turned into a star map in her palm.
When the Xuanwumen massacre happened again three months in advance, Lin Yixuan put the blade against her throat and asked, "Who are you?" Three thousand heartbeats roared inside and outside the palace wall. Du Yaoyao touched his blood-stained front and said, "The person whose heartbeat resonates with yours."
