On the night when the entire Shen family was massacred, 370 bones were buried in the heavy snow in Chang'an. Shen Jingye climbed out of the mountain of corpses, with only the burning hatred in his eyes - and the black figure who signed the secret order became his only goal in this life.
He was lurking next to the Regent Xiao Che, like a lone wolf with sharp claws, but in repeated trials, he broke through the heat under the other's cold mask. Xiao Che would tuck him into bed on a cold night, use his blood-stained hands to block hidden arrows for him, and even use his power skills to pave a thorny path for him in the court.
"Are you protecting the world, or the life of my rebellious minister?" Shen Jingye put the knife on his neck, his eyes red.
Xiao Che smiled, blood spilled from the corner of his lips: "I protect this world so that you can live to see its clarity."
When the Queen Mother's conspiracy to disrupt the government entangled the imperial power like poisonous ivy, and when ironclad evidence of the Shen family's collaboration with the enemy was unearthed in the wind and sand of northern Xinjiang, they finally understood: the so-called hatred is just a trap set by fate. One wanted to bring justice to the family, and the other wanted to stabilize the country for the young emperor. The two paths that were supposed to be contradictory finally intersected in blood and fire.
The moonlight in Chang'an cannot illuminate the treacherous plots of power, and the snow in Northern Xinjiang cannot bury the innocent heart. When the tiger becomes one, when the blade is pointed at the common enemy, they finally understand——
The righteousness of family and country is never a single-choice question, and each other has long been the most inseparable part of each other's life.
"Xiao Che, if you meet my parents on the road to hell..."
"I will tell them that I protect their son very well."
