Next to the dragon chair, the beloved concubine Su Da sat sideways on the armrest of Wei Wuji, the powerful eunuch, feeding wine from a Kowloon gold cup. The wine splashed onto the dragon robe, and Wei Wuji casually pulled the corner of the emperor's bright yellow robe and wiped it. The entire palace of cultural relics held their breath and hung their heads. The young emperor Chen Yuan on the dragon throne clenched his fists tightly, his nails dug into his palms, and only a numb mask remained on his face.
On the first day after traveling through time and becoming a puppet emperor, Chen Yuan witnessed this ultimate court humiliation. Inside, there are eunuchs who have the power to control the palace confinement, outside there are Beidi cavalry knocking at the gate, and the court is full of bureaucrats with both ends of the head and the rat. But he soon discovered that numbness is armor and forbearance is a blade. He received half a piece of jade pendant for mobilizing soldiers from the concubine of the cold palace, borrowed a parrot to learn the secret instructions of the late emperor, and with the help of the young eunuch in the imperial kitchen and the down-and-out old censor, a weak "shadow cabinet" was quietly formed under the ice.
Checking accounts, making firearms, teaming up with border generals, fighting eunuchs... Chen Yuan danced on the tip of a knife, risking his life with every move he made. When the Beidi army pressed the border, Wei Wuji wanted to cede territory and seek peace, and the "triple deadlock" of the vassal king secretly colluding with foreign enemies broke out at the same time, the young emperor slowly stood up in the bloody dawn, and slowly poured the cup of wine that had humiliated him on Danbi.
This is a story about how to temper humiliation into reason and forbearance into edge in a desperate situation. Above the court, no one is a pure chess piece; under the dragon chair, everything is a bloody chess game.
