Palace fight? No, I ride a dragon.
On the day Shen Qingli entered the palace, the dragon birthmark on her left hand was as hot as a brand.
She hid the last bloodline of the former dragon master, and just wanted to find out the truth about the family's destruction in the deep palace.
Little did he know that the sickly puppet young emperor had been staring at her in the dark for a long time.
"Either become my sword, or become my coffin."
She bowed her head and knelt down, and the dragon pattern on her palms came to life silently.
Later, the mountains and rivers overturned, and the evil dragon came to the world.
All the civil and military officials knelt down and begged the Imperial Master to sacrifice their blood to appease the anger of Heaven.
On top of the dragon chariot, the man who once said he would kill her with his own hands cut off all the admonishers and took her hand:
"I offer you the honor of being a king and I promise you to control the dragon and the nine heavens."
