Inkstone Frost

The Daughter of the Sinful Minister She is the daughter of a guilty minister and has been waiting for death on death row for three years. She is the commander of the Forbidden Army, and she has laid out the plan for three years in the dark night. She pulled her back from the edge of the execution ground and said only four words - "You belong to me." Yong'an seventeenth, the twelfth lunar month. Lin Qingyan knelt on the cold stone slab of the Prison Prison, thinking that he would die here. Then Meng Wanqiu came. He was wearing a black cloak, the hood pressed down over his brows, and the firelight reflected a cold and stern face. Holding the token of the commander of the Imperial Guard in her hand, she stood in front of the cell door, like a knife thrust into the darkness. "From today on, you belong to me." No one knew why Meng Wanqiu wanted to save the daughter of a guilty minister. Someone said she needed a writer. Someone said she was big in the next set. Only Meng Wanqiu knew it - that day in prison, the girl looked up at her and her eyes were as clean as a broken mirror. She just wanted to put the pieces back together piece by piece. But what she didn't say was: the first person reflected in the put-back mirror was herself. Knife and inkstone, killing and writing, revenge and redemption. Meng Wanqiu is a knife. Silent when sheathed, thunderous when unsheathed. She spent three years setting up a plan to bring down the powerful prime minister. She needs a chess piece. She chose Lin Qingyan. But she forgot - the most dangerous thing on the chessboard is never the chess pieces, but the heart of the chess player. The knife will curl up for the inkstone, and the inkstone will turn into ashes for the knife. They found the last light in the world in each other. "I could have stood by and watched, but I chose to die for you." "In the deepest darkness, I met the only light in this life."