On the night when the Shen family was destroyed, Shen Yuan crawled out of the dog hole.
Behind him are seventy-seven human lives, and in front of him is boundless darkness. Holding the jade bracelet her mother gave her, she hid under the altar table in the ruined temple for three days and three nights, and ate the dry and hard steamed buns on the altar table.
Then she made a decision not to run away. She wants to enter the capital and the palace, starting from the lowest level as a palace maid in coats. She doesn't want justice, sympathy, or even eager for revenge. What she wants is power. Only power can make everyone kneel before her.
Everyone said that Prince Xiao Yan was as gentle as jade and was the most compassionate master in this deep palace. Shen Yuan knelt in front of him, raised her head, and smiled appropriately, shyly and gratefully. It took her three years to climb from the Clothing Bureau to the East Palace. It took another three years to transform from the paper kite in the prince's hand to the man holding the string.
Xiao Yan thought he had raised an obedient canary. The thread was in his hand and he could let it go as high as he wanted. Until one day he looked down and saw that what was tied to the other end of the thread was not a canary, but a dagger pressed against his heart.
"Your Highness, feelings are the cheapest bargaining chip." Shen Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, without any warmth in his eyes, "And my chips are never sincere."
This is an anti-conventional story of ancient intrigue. The heroine doesn't love the hero from the beginning to the end. She has only one way in her heart: to climb up to a height that no one can reach. The prince is one-sided and affectionate, but can never fall in love, while the heroine is ruthless and will never waver. There is no whitewashing, no turning back, no "love can melt everything".
In the end she stood at the top of her power, with no one around her. But she has no regrets.
