White cut, black face, Qingyan × decisive in killing, deep in mind, Shen Zhiwei
The eldest princess, Rong Qingyan, was praised by the world for being as gentle as jade and as bright as the moon among the clouds, but they did not know that under the moonlight there was a cold light of calculation and calculation. The leader of the rebels, Shen Zhiwei, pointed his sword at the palace, stood up to kill blood, and made the heroes tremble with his iron fist. A ridiculous marriage certificate tied the sworn enemy to both ends of the phoenix tent. They held hands and danced together in front of the dragon chair, whispering tenderly in the tent. In this world of chess, are we each other's pawns, or are we willing to be each other's only weakness and armor? The mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, and the sky that never sleeps will eventually reflect a pair of figures.
