Jiang Yue Illuminates Qing's Heart

On a rainy night in Chang'an, she knelt in front of the Tai Chi Hall and asked for a military order. The silver needles in her sleeves were as cold as moonlight. Everyone said that Princess Shouyi had great medical skills and a cold temperament. Only Wen Tingyun remembered that the little girl who grabbed his sleeve many years ago and said she wanted to "become very strong" had a whole fire in her eyes. In the chess game of imperial power, she is a pawn who quietly crosses the river. The eldest prince was in the light, the second prince was smiling, and she was holding the sharpest knife in the dark. She calculated every step of the way, calculating everyone, including the young general who no longer recognized her when they reunited. She gave him meritorious deeds, but also gave him poisonous wine; she gave him trust, but also laid plans to kill him. "Now that our cooperation is over, it's time for the general to retreat." She broke the token he sent, her voice as quiet as snow, "From now on, we will end our friendship." Until the hunting ground suddenly changed, the Emperor Star fell, and hidden arrows shot through the sky from the direction she trusted most—— On the verge of death, it was the man who was pushed into the abyss by her own hands, who was covered in blood and cut through the siege. There is a fire in his eyes that has never been extinguished, and a sobriety that is extremely painful: "Jiang Shouyi, I will take your world with you. I will bear your sins with you." On the road from innocence to emperor, every step is a blood-quenching sobriety. "I'm not here to save you, I'm here to make you your savior."