Lin Jixi's imperial road is to ascend twice and fall once.
He once stepped down from the throne in exchange for four years of house arrest in Nangong. Just when he thought he would become a withered skeleton in a remote palace, an accident suddenly caused him to be pulled out of the dust and pushed back into the frozen cage of power again.
In the eyes of the palace people, he was a kind but frail and delicate flower who could not be touched. But only he knew that this flower had long been wilted by the wind and rain of Machiavellianism. In the mud, there was only a little ridiculous arrogance left to support the empty shell, and it was lonely in the palace like a lonely soul.
Until his "good brother" Lin Qingheng broke into his stagnant world with a wolf-like arrogance. Tear apart his fragile disguise, like light or abyss
"If your Majesty does not dare to go forward," he said in a cold voice, "then I will accompany you."
Prosperity is fleeting, and the road ahead is as vast as a long night. But this time, there is finally someone who is determined to fight life and death with him in the chess game of power.
Intention: How much prosperity is just a cloud. We are all travelers on the adverse journey of life.
