The commander-in-chief of the empire's secret service, "Bianhua", died in a well-planned betrayal. When she opened her eyes again, she became an eight-year-old sick child at the mercy of anyone in Prince Jing's palace.
His father, King Jing, was gentle and elegant, and was a virtuous king praised by both the government and the public. However, he was repeatedly framed and his military power was reduced; his mother and concubine were weak, walking on thin ice in the backyard battles.
This is no coincidence, but a huge situation targeting Prince Jing's Mansion.
I restrained my sharp edge, hid my fangs, and pretended to be a porcelain doll who was ignorant of the world. I tasted all the poisonous snacks sent by my aunt with a smile, then turned around and let her reap the consequences; I followed the clues and uprooted the channels for leaking secrets in my father's army. Every "accident" was accurately responded to the mastermind behind the scenes, making everything seem reasonable.
I fell into hiding in the dark, cleared the obstacles in the court for my father, and silently delivered the evidence of crime to the emperor. The capital city is turbulent and treacherous, but Prince Jing's Mansion seems to have God's blessing, turning danger into safety step by step.
However, the real storm has just arrived. At the palace banquet, an assassin rose up and stabbed the throne. This is not a simple assassination, but the beginning of another more subtle frame-up.
Under everyone's horrified gaze, I "just happened to" fall in front of the assassin's blade - crushing his throat bone in the most innocent and brave gesture.
In the pool of blood, I raised my frightened and tearful eyes, and met the gaze as deep as the abyss on the dragon chair.
He did not comfort or appreciate him. He only spoke slowly in the silent hall. His voice was not high, but it was enough to send chills down my spine:
"Prince Jing, who is this daughter you gave birth to...?"
