He struggled to survive from the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses, thinking that from now on he could store his swords and guns in his warehouse and release his horses to Nanshan.
Little did he know that he was just a chess piece that had just fallen on the chessboard in the court.
In the seventh year of Tiande, Wang Zelin, who had guarded the border for five years, was granted the title of Marquis and returned to Beijing. The emperor's intentions are hidden in the imperial edict, and the identity of the consort is wrapped in the undercurrent of seizing the legitimate son. Sixty percent of the 12,000 soldiers in the Lishan camp are the eyes of others.
The sword at the border can block the scimitar of the Di people, but it cannot stop the impeachment in the court where the sword is concealed in a smile. The other side of the amulet is a target that everyone in the world wants to take off.
Until that moonlit night, the sixth princess Jiang Wanyan walked into his handsome tent with a map of the racecourse——
"Kill someone for me. I will marry you and be the invisible eyes behind you."
When the sharpest knife is held in someone's hand, no one can decide the direction of the blade except the person holding the knife.
And he didn't want to make that knife anymore.
