Everyone in the Zhaojing court knew that Prime Minister Lin Qingci and General Shen Wei were mortal enemies. One has a tongue that shines like a lotus flower, specializing in poking lungs and tubes; the other is brave and straightforward, specializing in tearing up the stage.
When Shen Wei returned from suppressing the bandits, he threw the bandit leader's head and a box of blood-stained osmanthus cakes on Lin Qingci's desk: "The banditry that the Prime Minister wanted has been put down. Here are some snacks for you."
Lin Qingci pinched the cake and smiled coldly: "The general is indeed a rough man, and his bloody aura ruins my elegance."
That night, the lights in the study room of the Prime Minister's Mansion were on until midnight, and no one knew that the box of blood-stained cakes was eaten by the Prime Minister with cold tea and cherished in one mouthful.
On the observatory, Imperial Master Yun Jing "asked" His Majesty to leave for the umpteenth time.
Xie Chen pointed at the starry sky: "Master, is the brightest star next to the Ziwei star me?"
Yun Jing: "Your Majesty, that is Sirius, the master of war."
Xie Chen came closer and could hear his breathing: "The brightest person next to me can only be the National Master."
Yun Jing turned around silently, her ears slightly red, but she never denied it.
At the palace banquet, the prime minister poured a glass of wine and staggered into the general's arms. The general picked him up in public and said: "Mine."
The emperor raised his glass to hide his smile and said in a low voice to the Imperial Master beside him: "It seems that I will soon be able to legitimately ask the Imperial Master to always be by my side."
A two-way journey that begins with a game in the court and ends with deep and unrepentant love blooms quietly amidst the fireworks of the prosperous age.
