On the night when Nanheng was overthrown, the eldest princess Shen Xianyue was skinned and thrown into a pile of dead people.
When she opened her eyes again, she was Wen Heng, the daughter of a guilty minister, who had entered the palace as a slave and had a thin blade hidden in her sleeve.
"I will repay the blood debt Dayong owes Nanheng one by one with this palace full of lights."
She thought she was perfectly disguised.
Until the powerful regent Rong Heng, who was madly criticizing the evil and evil, pinched her chin in public at the palace banquet:
"Miss Wen, you don't even blink when you kill people. It's quite similar to acting."
Her heart instantly fell into the ice cave.
But the next second, he wiped away the blood on her cheek and whispered into her ear:
"Don't be in a hurry to die. I will avenge your revenge with you."
He paved the bloody road for her, cut away all the thorns for her, and even dismantled the dragon chair in the Nine Layers Palace to give her a foothold.
But when she finally stood on the top of power, she looked back and saw that he was covered in injuries, and she smiled brokenly and tenderly:
"You can take whatever you want from this world. I just ask you... Don't push me away again."
