"How can a woman hold power?" Faced with the sarcasm from the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, Shen Jinghong paused and raised his eyes with sharp eyes: "Then you might as well tell me, whose plan was it to put down the chaos in Northern Xinjiang last month?"
The first female minister since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, she established a firm foothold in the court where swords and swords were shining. The new policy she proposed was like a storm, shaking the centuries-old foundation of the aristocratic family. Assassinations, frame-ups, and slanders followed one after another, but there was always one person who was always there to protect her - the decorated general Lu Zhengnian of Zhenbei.
He was willing to put aside his illustrious military exploits and stay in the capital to support her. When she was forced into a desperate situation in front of the emperor, it was he who rode into the palace alone and said loudly, "Jinghong's decision is my decision, Lu Zhengnian." When he turned to leave the palace, he did not forget to brush the snow off her shoulders, his movements were so gentle that he was not like that Shura on the battlefield.
This is a game of power and true love. She stirred up the storm with her chess plans, and he wore armor and sharpened his skills to clear the way for her. When the whirlpool of conspiracy draws the two people deeper and deeper, they will eventually understand that the most dangerous court can also become the warmest home.
