She is Pei Zhaoye, the most noble eldest princess of the Wei Dynasty, the jewel in the emperor's palm and the sharp knife in the darkness of the court. He is Xie Jingheng, a young Miao boy she bought from the slave market. He has poison in his eyes, a silver bell wrapped around his wrist, and he is unruly.
"If the princess buys me, why not buy a dog?" The boy licked the blood from the corner of his lips. "The dog can at least wag its tail."
Pei Zhaoye said condescendingly: "I want you to wag your tail, and even more, I want you to bite."
Everyone in the court knew that the princess was pretty, but they didn't know that she secretly controlled the emperor's shadow guard and controlled the government and the public in an understatement. When her brothers fought fiercely for the reserve position, she worked step by step, nailing every chess piece into the heart of the chessboard.
Until that day, Xie Jingheng's silver bell rang softly, and he knelt in front of her and took off his human skin mask: "Princess, do you know why the young master of Miaojiang is willing to be a slave?"
He only wants her.
But Pei Zhaoye just smiled, with blood reflecting on the jade seal in his hand: "What a coincidence, what I want is for all the people in the world who are unwilling to kneel to learn to live standing."
The princes are like wolves and tigers. Once they ascend the throne, they will kill each other with blood. And behind her, the emperor secretly paved the road of ten thousand bones just to hand this country into his daughter's hands.
"Zhao Ye," the old emperor coughed blood and smiled, "I will clear half of the wall for you, and you can get the remaining half by stepping on my bones."
On the Imperial Road, bones serve as steps.
She, Pei Zhaoye, wants to break the shackles of male power, step on the ambitions and flesh and blood of the princes, and step by step, climb to the supreme ninth level emperor.
——This world should be populated by capable people.
