Xie Qinghui died once.
He died in the snow in the north, when the new emperor who he had assisted for many years ascended the throne, and he died in the encirclement of thousands of arrows.
Three years later, she opened her eyes in a strange body.
There is an aristocratic girl in the capital who survived the drowning, and there is a lonely soul in the north that refuses to go away.
When he was fifteen years old, his father Yan Guogong died suddenly on his way back to Beijing. The cause of death is ambiguous, the court is silent, and the 200,000-strong army in the north is leaderless.
The prince sent a letter to her thousands of miles away, and asked her only one question: "Will you share the mountains and rivers with me?"
——For the Xie family, for her younger brother, for the truth about her father's death, and for the 200,000 soldiers in the north, she took it.
From then on, Xie Qinghui stood in the northern border as a woman and stood in the court.
Five years. She spent five years living like a knife.
He acted as the king openly to defend himself against foreign enemies, but secretly acted as the prince to frighten the government and the public.
She thought that as long as this knife was sharp enough, the Xie family could stand, the North could be defended, and everyone she cared about could survive.
In the year when the prince died suddenly, the sword was lost to its owner for the first time. Years of hard work came to nothing overnight.
So she found another ally to help the crown prince's younger brother, King Jin, ascend the throne, thinking that by following the dragon's merits, she could gain twenty years of stability in the north.
She was wrong.
The day the new king ascends the throne is the day when the chess pieces are abandoned.
Outside the northern border, thousands of arrows were fired.
The ending that should have come on the day her father died eleven years ago finally fell on her, eleven years later.
Perhaps God refused to let her rest in peace, so three years later, she came back to life.
Three murder cases, spanning eleven years, were like a carefully woven net, covering her life tightly.
This time, she had only one thought - she would pull out all the hands that had manipulated Xie Qinghui's chess piece one by one.
So she set out on that path again.
From the boudoir of a noble lady in the capital, step by step towards the center of the whirlpool of the court.
Old friends are close at hand, enemies sit high in the hall.
With her new identity, she worked step by step, passing through open guns and hidden arrows, and approached the truth that had been buried for a long time.
In this life, she will never be anyone's knife again.
She wants to play chess herself.
Even if the chessboard is overturned, no one will be let go.
Purpose: Never give up searching for the truth even in desperate situations, and always maintain the courage and independent personality to break through the dilemma of fate.