Introduction to the work:
He is the seventh person to come out of the Death Soldier Battalion.
Of the seven hundred and twenty-three, seven survived. He is the seventh.
The moment he walked out of the iron gate, he was covered in blood and didn't know how long he could survive.
She stood in the March wind, wearing a blue-gray narrow-sleeved robe, with light eyebrows.
"From now on, you are mine."
She was the eldest princess of the Dali Dynasty. Her mother was killed by a noble concubine, and she walked alone on the edge of the palace and the court for ten years.
He is the dead man she bought for a thousand taels, her knife, her eyes, her sharpest and most silent reliance in the world.
She taught him how to play chess, changed his medicine, and stayed with him for a day and a night when he was in a coma.
He kills people secretly for her, keeps an eye on every enemy for her, and blocks all the knives that stab her.
They are all people who were killed and fed.
She knew his silence, and he understood her loneliness.
One day, he said: "Your Highness, I will be your sword from now on. Wherever the sword points, I will kill."
She asked: "What if it points to you?"
He said: "No excuses."
This is a story about accomplices.
Two people, one sword, one court, and twenty years of blood feud.
From master and servant to accomplice, from accomplice to each other's only light.
Intention: Two people who grew up in killings get close to each other in the dark court struggle and become each other's only light. Explore the glimmer of humanity in desperate situations, true trust and delivery, and the possibility of moving from hatred to redemption.
