[Strong female + young + female non-male c + micro-gong fight + conspiracy + female group portrait]
Zheng Yize knew from an early age that the world was unfair to women.
She had read all the classics and history, and she had hidden strategies in her chest. Her grandfather sighed that if she were a man, she would be a pillar. She didn't show it on her face, but she thought in her heart: So what if she's not a man? It's just that this road she walked was too lonely.
Until that night, she saw the child in prison. Twelve years old, covered with injuries, huddled on a pile of straw. She asked him what books he had read, and he said what should be said and what should not be said - those books had nothing to do with the economics of the country, or the warmth and coldness of human relationships, but every word pointed to the same thing: he did not accept his fate. Just like she was back then.
She fished him out of jail. Others said she was crazy, but she ignored them - what she looked at was not him, but a knife and a fellow traveler.
Later, he became her sword, her shield, the only person she could trust her back in this huge court. From the son of a guilty minister to the prime minister, he removed all obstacles for her. She didn't know how long he had been walking alone in the darkness in those years, just like he didn't know how many years she had been waiting for someone to be by her side.
She is the king and he is the minister. Restraint and forbearance lie between the two of them, but those unspoken words have long taken root in their companionship day after day.
