[Double-edged swords are against each other, love and hate form a game; fate is a chess piece, and those who break the game cannot escape their fate.
Late at night, the imperial city was filled with flames, as if it were daytime. The previous dynasty was destroyed, and Chu Wan crawled out of the sea of blood from the mountain of corpses.
At this moment, the pride of her royal family has been crushed, and she has become the last hidden blade left by the Chu Dynasty, dormant in the darkness and never seen the light of day.
Eight years later, she entered Beijing as the number one musician in the south of the Yangtze River. With her delicate fingers, she could play the world's famous pianos, and even move the court.
Everyone knew that she was naturally charming, but little did they know that the soft silver sword hidden in her sleeve had long been hanging on the lifeblood of the current regent Xiao Ming.
As the regent, Xiao Ming was in charge of the Black Iron Guard, and the rumors about his murder of his father and regicide had long been soaked in blood. When he cut off the wings of the Holy Lord with his own hands in Yuming Tower, he happened to catch a glimpse of the panicked eyebrows behind the screen.
Chu Wan silently held the pipa. In panic, the strings cut her fingertips, and also cut open the carefully woven game.
Destiny went back and forth, and the Nine Layers Palace finally collapsed again. She stood in the firelight and chuckled: "My lord, you know that in the past eight years, every cup of tea I have drank has been quenched with bottomless hatred..."
And he firmly covered the blood gushing from her heart with his palm, and murmured hoarsely among the ashes floating in the sky: "If I had known you wanted this country, I would have cut it out for you, why would you dirty your hands and end up in such a situation..."
