Ten years ago, the Zhenbei Hou Mansion was wiped out overnight, and only an orphan girl with a blood jade pendant escaped.
Ten years later, she went to Beijing anonymously and worked every step of the way under the eyes of her enemies.
Until that night at the entrance of the alley, Wen Yuyan, the young minister of Dali Temple, stood in front of her with a sword, and his blood-stained official robe brushed against her trembling fingertips.
"Who are you?" His eyes were sharp.
"A person who will let the truth come out sooner or later." She took off her disguise, her eyes burning with fire.
He was silent for a long time, and suddenly put a broken peach wood hairpin into her palm.
"What a coincidence, what I'm waiting for is also the truth."
But when the secrets of the palace were revealed, he became the most unjust prince on the throne.
There was a sudden storm in the court, and she held her father's blood letter tightly and forced it in front of him:
"What if the person who framed my Yun family back then... Was your blood relative?"
He wiped away the blood on her lips and tore a bloody path through the monstrous plot:
"Then I will subvert this imperial power and restore your eternal innocence."
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"If I choose Jiangshan, will you hate me?"
"No. I will end everything with my own hands and forget about you again."
"What if I choose you?"
"..."
"Jinshu, this dragon chair is too cold," he smiled, holding her sword hand and pressing it against his heart, "Why don't you sit with me?"
Intention: On the ruins of blood feud and conspiracy, two souls use love as a blade to split the darkness and build a clear world together.