Everyone knows that the life of Qingyi, the concubine of the Shen family, is as thin as paper. She is rejected by her biological mother and trampled by her sisters. She lives in a cold attic in Berlin.
No one knows that in the secret room late at night, the tactical deduction she wrote to the officers amazed the generals; in the salon, the words "the best is like water" made the proud lady worship her as a god; in the shadow of the street, the medicine she prepared was quietly changing the life and death of the powerful.
Until the Gestapo's gun pressed against her forehead, the most ruthless eagle dog in the empire protected her behind him and asked in a dumb voice: "How many faces do you have that I haven't seen before?"
She lowered her eyes and smiled, and her fingertips ran across the code pad hidden in her sleeve.
My vest can overthrow your empire.
