Sword Dance: My Beloved Is the Blade at My Side

On her wedding night, the entire Shen family was massacred, and blood flowed like a river. She was the sole surviving child of a family of generals. She watched with her own eyes as her enemy trampled her home and country and burned her entire life to ashes. To avenge them, she altered her appearance and bone structure, concealed that she was a woman, and took on the guise of a young adviser who resembled him in every way. Step by step, she insinuated herself into his life. She learned his expressions, imitated his bearing, and understood his weaknesses. She became the person in the world most like him. He was Prince Jing, a cold and ruthless man with power over the entire court. Yet with her alone, he opened his heart, bestowed authority and glory upon her, and was even willing to risk his life to protect her. No one knew that the young man he regarded as his confidant was a blade hidden by his pillow, waiting to take his life. Love grew wild, while hatred gnawed to the bone. When her identity was exposed and the evidence laid bare, he imprisoned her in the inner palace, his eyes bloodshot as he spoke through tears: “Was getting close to me a lie from beginning to end?” She looked up with a cold laugh, the blade pressed to her heart. “Jiang Che, I never wanted your life. I want you to destroy everything you have with your own hands, including yourself.” In this game, love is the piece, blood the wager. It ends only when one of us is dead.