At the age of nineteen, Bingji Yaoguang, the daughter of the richest man in the third generation, chose to marry He Lian Xiao, the border commander who stirred up the times, when the cracks in the family scepter first appeared.
A covenant signed by fate and ambition.
He needs the century-old capital and unparalleled connections behind her to weave the territory of power;
She needs the gun and the army in his hands to lay the most undisputed cornerstone for the new order when her father calmly retreats behind the scenes.
In front of people, they are allies supporting each other on the edge of the cliff; behind people, it's his out-of-control possession and contradictory praise: "You want to leave me?"
"You can't wear something like this."
"My wife... Is the wisest person I have ever met."
Her sincerity never really left him.
His hands had tried countless times to touch her through the fog of authority.
The gears of fate rolled over the next generation: the eldest son was forged by him into the sharpest blade and eventually ascended to the position of president; the second son fell into the smoke before he could take over the crown of finance and oil; the unspoken affection of the younger daughter turned into the deepest rift in the family.
When the blood of his loved ones soaked into the lines of the scepter, Helian Xiao finally wore the crown of prime minister - and he deliberately stopped there, paving the road to the presidential palace as the starting point of growing up.
The throne of power was pushed to its peak.
And the woman who originally defined it all stood on the backside of the light, counting all the sacrifices of the past.
When the reckoning is completed, the final diagnosis about this "patient" will be written in her own hand.
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