The eighteen-year-old emperor Qi Huan had been on the throne for three years, and his decrees did not leave the palace.
The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty only knew Xie Yan, the regent, but they did not know who the emperor was. He is sitting on the dragon chair, which is just the most gorgeous decoration in this golden cage.
Queen Shen Heng is his only warmth. But she is Xie Yan's sister-in-law, the spy placed by the powerful officials around him - every bowl of her lotus seed soup is mixed with involuntary calculations.
When the emperor finally refused to be a puppet anymore, when the regent's ambition could no longer be hidden, when Shen Heng committed suicide leaving a bloody letter in the cold palace——
Only then did Qi Huan understand: This country has never been named Qi.
And the only thing he really had was the woman he pushed away with his own hands.
In this world, should my surname be Qi or Xie? But look at the civil and military forces of the entire dynasty. There is a regent at each mouth and a hairpin princess at each mouth - but me! He is the emperor!
Intention: The country never belongs to anyone, it is only responsible for trapping everyone