She is the Shengci Empress Dowager Jiang Zhiwei, who stands at the top of power in the Great Xiao Dynasty, but is just the most noble puppet in the hands of her mother's family, the Jiang family.
The phoenix crown was heavy, pressing down on her slender nineteen-year-old neck, as well as her full of calculations and unwillingness. This deep palace is a cage, and she is a bound bird, waiting for only one day to make some tricks and break out of the cage.
He is Huo Zhan, the commander of the imperial army, a warrior from a humble family who fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He holds 50,000 capital cavalry and is the living king of hell that everyone in the imperial capital fears.
He was supposed to be a sword loyal to the imperial power, but on the night of the palace incident, in front of Cining's palace, he put down the long sword in his hand for the first time and knelt down on one knee, just to hold her cold and trembling wrist.
The difference between monarch and minister, the outline of etiquette and law, are all insurmountable abyss between him and her.
That night, he intercepted and killed the assassin. He was stabbed twice in the body and his black robe was stained with blood, but he held on and refused to disturb her.
But she pushed the door open with the medicine box in hand, and under the dim light, her slender fingertips touched his hot wound.
He grabbed her wrist fiercely, with a very light force, and his voice was hoarse as if it could break people's hearts: "The Queen Mother's hands should not touch these."
She raised her eyes and bumped into his eyes that were as heavy as cold pools, but burning with fire.
In this embattled palace city, every time they approached, they were walking on the tip of a knife.
When the sharp blade pierces the disguise, when loyalty is tainted by selfish desire, in this game where the world is the chessboard, whose obsession is it and whose calamity is it?
"I am not afraid of death, I am afraid of the Queen Mother marrying someone else."
