The sound of the imperial staff on the Jinluan Hall was startling, and the bronze bells on the eaves flew up. Nine-thousand-year-old Shen Yan leaned on the execution bench and counted the boards - he just happened to borrow these twenty staffs to send the secret border report hidden in his waist to the regent's palace. The little emperor on the dragon throne was counting the plum cores, wondering when the two ancestors would discover that the secret guards they had installed for each other had long been instigated by him to become a couple.
On the surface, it seems to be the most dangerous triangle in history: the tyrant holds the secret of a nine-thousand-year-old life experience, the powerful minister holds the antidote to the tyrant's lifeline, and the traitor holds a secret agenda that can destroy three clans. In fact, the absurd drama of "I predicted and you predicted my prediction" was performed every morning in court - the regent concealed the delivery of medicine to Shen Yan and exposed the emperor in court for stealing the tribute; Jiu Qiansui took the initiative to ask Ying to copy Buddhist scriptures for the Queen Mother in order to intercept the enemy's secret message; the most outrageous thing was that the emperor actually opened a "regent expression management gambling game" in order to collect military expenses.
When Shen Yan's golden totem appeared in the hot spring, Xiao Jinghuan finally shattered the gentleman's pretense: "The last descendant of the northern royal family should be locked in a golden cage and entertained every day." Shen Yan wrapped the chain around his neck with his backhand: "Your Highness, are you sure you want to discuss who will go up and who will go down?" Suddenly the sound of the emperor chewing an apple came from outside the window: "Two beloved ladies, what you are pressing seems to be my dragon robe?"
This love game that started as a conspiracy will eventually drag the entire dynasty into the abyss of sweetness. Because the most deadly thing is never the poisonous blade in the nine thousand-year-old sleeve, but the trembling fingertips of the regent when tying his clothes, the candied fruits that the emperor secretly stuffed into his medicine bowl, and the tacit secrets of the three madmen - we are each other's death, and we are each other's way of survival.
