On the night when the new emperor ascended the throne, he gave her a glass of poisonous wine.
She was the sharpest knife among the late emperor's secret guards, and her name was "Wuxian". She never missed a sword, and she never felt sad or happy.
The new emperor's fingertips brushed the mark on her neck, and his voice was gentle and smiling:
"Wuxiang, drink this glass of wine, and I will allow you to remain intact."
With the poisoned wine in her throat, she calmly went to die, but woke up in a mass grave with piles of corpses.
What was beating in her chest was no longer her heart, but the secret secret of the royal family.
The poison bites the meridians, but also maintains her remaining life, and connects her to the new emperor's life and death.
He hurt her, she died, he died and she died.
The dead soldiers in the past have become the most secret chains and the most feared pain of the emperor.
She hid in the shadows and watched with cold eyes as he purged the court and eradicated dissenters, just like the late emperor had done.
Until his wedding night, the sharp blade pointed at the little princess she had protected with her life.
The rusty sword in her hand screamed for "herself" for the first time, and the sword light tore through the red silk palace lantern.
"Your Majesty."
She raised her eyes in front of thousands of guests and said in a cold voice: "Your life is now in my hands."
The new emperor's hand holding the chess piece was as steady as a rock, and the corners of his lips curled up in an arc that showed no warmth.
"Killing the Lord? Wuxiang, you have learned not to overestimate your own capabilities."
She also laughed, the sword edge approaching his heart, and the poisonous insects screamed in his blood.
"Then we will die together."
The idea: how a tamed weapon can regain human will, and use life as a bargaining chip to launch a thrilling rebellion and self-rescue against the restraining imperial power.