The Xie family in Daliang was full of loyal people, but they fell into a trap in a border battle. Thirty thousand soldiers were stained with blood in the Gobi desert, and no bodies of their father and brother were left.
That year, Xie Zhaohua, the eldest daughter of Xie Mansion in the capital, burned her music scores with her own hands in the snow.
Three years later, the draft entered the palace.
Some people want glory, some people want great favor.
And Xie Zhaohua just wants to be at the top of power and tear apart the numerous bones of this prosperous age with his own hands.
"This deep palace is like a chess game, the imperial power is the piece, and the human heart is the grid. I entered the game to overturn the chessboard, and to make those who sit high in the hall kneel down and pay for their lives for the thirty thousand loyal souls of my Xie family."
There is no system, no foresight, no magic pill to bring the dead back to life.
With her bare hands, she used the emperor's favor to destroy her family in the cracks between the control of powerful ministers and the feudal king's seizure of heirs.
Tolerance, disguise, and killing.
But when she finally took control of the matter and cleared her wrongdoing, the seventh prince, who had always watched with cold eyes and calculated every step of the way, knocked on her palace door late at night.
"Zhaohua, the Xie family's revenge has been avenged. Do you want the country I owe you?"
