After Studying Ink for Eight Years, the Civil and Military Officials of the Manchu Dynasty Begged Me to Ascend the Throne.

There is an iron rule in the Daqian Dynasty: It is better to provoke the King of Hell than to ask about Wutong. Deep in Wutong Lane, the most terrifying intelligence assassination center in Daqian is hidden - Tianji Pavilion. My name is Lu Jingzhe, and I am the concubine of the Duke of Zhenguo. Everyone thought I was a loser who grinds ink for a blind old man every day. But no one knows that in the past eight years, every drop of ink I have developed has become a sharp knife hanging over the heads of princes, generals and ministers. A masked man came late at night and took away the note I had written. The next day, corrupt officials were arrested and the vassal king was beheaded. Until my family forced me to a dead end for the sake of my legitimate son's future. I sighed and broke the inkstone in my hand. "Since you insist on forcing me to come forward..." The next day, 100,000 dragon cavalry surrounded the Zhenguo Palace, and Princess Dagan personally led the horse for me. "Sir, it's your turn to write in this world."