The blood inside the red wall is an imprint she will never forget.
As the prime minister's daughter, Shen Qingci once thought that marrying into an emperor's family was the pinnacle of glory, but when he breathed his last in the cold palace, he saw clearly the murderous intent hidden in the eyes of the person next to him. The three-foot white silk cut off not only the life, but also all the dreams of love and power - it turned out that the person who murdered the imperial concubine was not the jealous wife in the harem, but the butcher's knife handed over by the Nine-Fifth Emperor himself.
Her soul has been wandering for three years. She has seen enough of the carnival of the new emperor's enthronement, and is tired of hearing the praises of the "virtuous king" from the people. Only the figure in silver armor guarding the border will come through the snow every cold night and whisper in front of her deserted grave: "If there is an afterlife, I will protect you... Even if it is to protect you from sitting on the supreme position."
Open your eyes again and return to the age of hair extensions.
The girl's bright eyes reflected in the bronze mirror were frosty. In this life, she tore up the imperial edict to enter the palace, changed into a blue shirt and stepped into the Zichen Palace. The path of a female official is thorny and thorny, and the court is treacherous and like walking on thin ice, but she holds the sharp edge of the memory of her past life and has no regrets in her moves in the chess game of power.
When his childhood sweetheart General Xiao Jinghan knocked on the door of the palace again, and the two hands clasped under the candlelight, they made a covenant that "you control the military and I control the court." There is no trust in the palace, but he is her sword, her shield, and her only accomplice on the road to rebellion.
