He was once Shen Zheng, the crown prince of the Northern Kingdom, and now he is the sharpest sword in the Southern Kingdom. In the pool of blood in the Colosseum, he used a mouthful of bloody spittle and a crazy laugh to gamble for a cut-off sleeve of Emperor Murong Zhao - it was the division of power and a covenant with the devil.
She was once the number one scholar Song Qinghui, but now she is a prisoner in a secret room with brand marks on her face. When the red-hot iron touched her cheek, what she accomplished was not destruction, but the most painful crowning of her soul.
A missing painting connects the tampered name, the imprisoned talent, and the stolen country. When Shen Zheng was in the enemy's study, she read out the poem she had carved on the prison stone slab——
The resonance across time and space has already sounded.
Intention: Poetic Machiavellianism, female awakening, high-level relationships, intellectual games