The court of Daqing is in turmoil, the young emperor is young, and the eldest princess Xiao Lanxue uses absurdity as an armor to deal with the covetous uncle Prince Jing and the wavering aristocratic family.
In order to break the chaos, she was on top of the golden palace, and with a tap of her jade finger, she snatched Qingfeng Jiyue's new number one scholar, Wen Yuanci, into the house and used him as a face.
One is a cold-hearted man in power who is responsible for the country and the country, and is full of scheming. The other is a noble son of Qingliu who is responsible for the blood feud of his family and is forbearing in planning.
Two equally cunning foxes put on masks in this splendid princess palace, each with their own agenda, but in the bloody storms of the court, they had to entrust each other's back.
In the silent chamber, a weak candle flickered. She held his writing hand, and the cinnabar drew red marks on the list of powerful officials.
He tilted his head slightly and glanced past the side of her snow-white neck. He suppressed the dark flames surging under his eyes and said in a gentle but dangerous voice, "Your Highness, if you hold this knife tightly, you will never let it go."
