Twelve years ago, all three hundred members of the Zhongli family were beheaded for "collaborating with the enemy."
The whole capital thought that the man was dead.
No one remembers that a girl crawled out of the fire scene. No one knew that twelve years later, she would tie up her bodice and hair, change her name to Zhongli Zhi, and return to the court as a seventh-grade civil servant.
She lived like a good person. He is docile and afraid of getting into trouble. When a colleague threw a drink at him in public, he would just lower his head and wipe it away without even daring to say a harsh word. But no one has seen how she tightened the corset strips until her ribs made noise when she was alone, how she was obsessed with old scars late at night, and how she wrote the words "Crane in the Well" in blood on the wall.
She returned to Beijing with only one thing in mind: to overturn the verdict. Let the old accounts of "loyalty and good deeds" be brought back to people one by one.
Dugu Yanci is the prince. He knew better than anyone else that Zhongli's bones were buried under the dragon chair of the Dugu family. He should have been the first to get rid of her. But from that day on, he began to notice the tense back of her neck when she lowered her head, and the thin layer of ice in her eyes when she smiled. He even thought: If she was not from the Zhongli clan, the capital would not seem so cold.
She couldn't love him. I love you, but the three hundred dead souls don't agree.
He couldn't protect her. If you protect him, you will become the enemy of the entire Dugu royal family.
The court is the plate, and the human heart is the son. What was being tried openly was an old case of collaboration with the enemy, but what was being torn apart in secret was the selfishness that the two people dared not admit. Everyone thought they were chess players until they discovered that there was a real well buried under the Ancestral Temple that had been sealed for thirty years. There is something in the well, and it is digging up from the ground night after night.
Not a ghost, not a god. It is the debt of this country. It's the Dugu family who owes three hundred
