The Moon in the Palm of the Powerful Minister's Hand

Wedge The first year of Dajing Yuanqi, winter. Heavy snow covered the entire capital. When the red-lacquered door of the Zhenguo General's Mansion was knocked open, the snow fell, mixed with the clanging sound of armor, crushing the last trace of warmth in the mansion. The fire shot into the sky, turning half of the night sky red. Shen Weiwan huddled behind the rockery and watched through the cracks as her familiar home turned into purgatory - her father was chained, his back straight, the blood on his chest stained the court uniform, but he still angrily shouted: "A traitor has set up a trap! Our Shen family has been loyal for generations, how can we collaborate with the enemy and treason!" What responded to him was the cold light of the sword. "According to the late emperor's oral instructions, the general Shen Yi of Zhengguo has collaborated with the enemy and conspired to rebel, and his entire family will be executed. This will be carried out immediately!" The person conveying the order was dressed in a black brocade robe, and his figure was as tall and straight as a pine. His face was hidden in the shadow of the wind, snow and firelight, with only the cold lines of his jaw exposed. Shen Weiwan recognized him. He was the late emperor's most trusted younger brother, Xiao Che, who was ordered to investigate the case at that time. He stood on the steps with no wave in his eyes, as if the blood flowing under his feet and the shrill cries in his ears were just insignificant dust. Her mother put a jade plaque with the word "Shen" engraved on it into her hand and pushed her hard: "Wan'er, run away! Live, find out the truth, and avenge the Shen family!" She watched helplessly as her mother threw herself at the executioner's knife, and watched as the former kind servants and the gentleman who taught her how to read fell into a pool of blood one by one. The snow fell on her face, it was bitingly cold, and the smell of blood filled the air, mixed with the fragrance of plum blossoms, and became a nightmare that she would never forget. Xiao Che's eyes swept over the rockery. Shen Weiwan was so frightened that she froze up and covered her mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound. That gaze was cold, sharp, full of scrutiny and determination, as if it could penetrate all disguises and reach straight into the heart. After an unknown amount of time, the wind and snow gradually subsided, and the fire in the General's Mansion gradually extinguished, leaving only the ruins of the walls and the strong smell of blood. Shen Weiwan climbed out from behind the rockery. The brocade clothes on her body had long been torn and stained with snow and blood. She held the warm jade medal, knelt in the snow, and kowtowed three times to the burned home. Her forehead touched the cold snow. When she raised her head, there was no trace of the girl's weakness in her eyes, only bone-gnawing hatred and determination. "Xiao Che, the second prince..." She gritted her silver teeth and carved these two names into her heart, "I, Shen Weiwan, will repay today's revenge a hundredfold. The injustice of the Shen family will be brought to justice in the world!" The heavy snow fell again, burying the bloodstains and the past of a girl. She took off her fine clothes, put on coarse cloth clothes, and disappeared into the vast night. Ten years of dormancy, ten years of sharpening the sword. When she returned, she was already "Mr. Su", and with her resourcefulness and courage, she knocked on the door of the Prince Regent's Palace. And this time, she wants to be the chess player, avenging her family in the whirlpool of power, and finding a way out for herself, or... A dead end. Intention: Wedge. Winter, the first year of Yuanqi Dynasty in Dajing. Heavy snow covered the entire capital. When the red-lacquered door of the Zhenguo General's Mansion was knocked open, the snow fell, mixed with the clanging sound of armor, crushing the last trace of warmth in the mansion. The fire shot into the sky, turning half of the night sky red. Shen Weiwan huddled behind the rockery and watched through the cracks as her familiar home turned into purgatory - her father was chained, his back straight, and the blood on his chest dyed the court uniform red, but he still shouted angrily: "A traitor has set up a trap! Our Shen family has been loyal for generations, how could we collaborate with the enemy and treason!" What responded to him was the cold light of a sword. "According to the late emperor's oral order, the general Shen Yi of Zhenguo has collaborated with the enemy and conspired to rebel. He will kill everyone in his family and execute it immediately!" The person who delivered the order was dressed in a black brocade robe. His figure was as tall as a pine tree. His face was hidden in the shadow of the wind, snow and firelight, with only the cold lines of his jaw exposed. Shen Weiwan recognized him. He was the late emperor's most trusted younger brother, Xiao Che, who was ordered to investigate the case at that time. He stood on the steps with no wave in his eyes, as if the blood flowing under his feet and the shrill cries in his ears were just insignificant dust. Her mother put a jade plaque with the word "Shen" engraved on it into her hand and pushed her hard: "Wan'er, run away! Live, find out the truth, and avenge the Shen family!" She watched her mother throw herself at the executioner's knife, and watched as the kind servants and the gentleman who taught her reading fell into a pool of blood one by one. The snow fell on her face, it was bitingly cold, and the smell of blood filled the air, mixed with the fragrance of plum blossoms, and became a nightmare that she would never forget. Xiao Che's eyes swept over the rockery. Shen Weiwan was so frightened that she froze up and covered her mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound. That gaze was cold, sharp, full of scrutiny and determination, as if it could penetrate all disguises and reach straight into the heart. After an unknown amount of time, the wind and snow gradually subsided, and the fire in the General's Mansion gradually extinguished, leaving only the ruins of the walls and the strong smell of blood. Shen Weiwan climbed out from behind the rockery. The brocade clothes on her body had long been torn and stained with snow and blood. She held the warm jade medal, knelt in the snow, and kowtowed three times to the burned home. Her forehead touched the cold snow. When she raised her head, there was no trace of the girl's weakness in her eyes, only bone-gnawing hatred and determination. "Xiao Che, the second prince..." She gritted her silver teeth and carved these two names into her heart, "I, Shen Weiwan, will repay today's revenge a hundredfold. The injustice of the Shen family will be revealed to the world!" The heavy snow fell again, burying the bloodstains and the past of a girl. She took off her fine clothes, put on coarse cloth clothes, and disappeared into the vast night. Ten years of dormancy, ten years of sharpening the sword. When she returned, she was already "Mr. Su", and with her resourcefulness and courage, she knocked on the door of the Prince Regent's Palace. And this time, she wants to be the chess player, avenging her family in the whirlpool of power, and finding a way out for herself, or... A dead end.