The human heart cannot be tampered with, but destiny can still be tampered with.
When the established trajectory deviates one after another, the emperor's fun gradually deteriorates, the tranquility of the harem has an undercurrent, and the structure of the government and the opposition quietly collapses.
Who is the master of chess, and who is reduced to a pawn in the game? A piece of secret is enough to rewrite everyone's ending.
