Xiao Chunjin knew very well the abyss into which the pull of power would plunge him.
The pleasure of controlling the entire chessboard and the bloody smell that occasionally emitted from the chessboard were like maggots attached to his bones, eroding his bone marrow day after day.
So many years later, on the edge of the snowy cliff, in his blood-blurred vision, the young general in crimson robes seemed like the only sun in the vast whiteness.
"Crows also have this kind of leisurely elegance?"
He barely supported his eyelids and joked.
Zhu Qiuhuai lowered his eyelashes and glanced at Xiao Chunjin, who was as angry as a gossamer on the ground, "The imperial court needs your highness, and the people of Yan State need your highness even more."
The lukewarm answer was accompanied by the indifferent look that Xiao Chunjin hated most.
"What about you? Do you also need a 'His Highness' to take charge of the overall situation?"
The sweet smell lingered between his teeth, Xiao Chunjin insisted on staring at the "crow" in front of him.
"If your highness wants to hear my answer, then... Yes, I am different from the common people. What I need is a 'crow controler' who can give orders."
Xiao Chunjin felt that Zhu Qiuhuai was as crazy as him. Otherwise, why would anyone make such a ridiculous request?
He rarely smiled happily. With trembling fingertips, Zhu Qiuhuai pulled herself up.
Maybe he was pulled into the abyss by the evil ghost in front of him, but he was happy with it.
Even if he was doomed, Zhu Qiuhuai would never be able to push him away again.
Food guide:
1. The surface is gentle, but in reality it is white and black. The paranoid Prince Gong × The surface is beautiful, but in reality it is bloody and turns into a blood poison.
2. Strong, extreme pull, mutual sinking.
3. A group of Machiavellian figures, with a CP knife, HE.
Purpose: Stick to the original intention in the game of power, find light in the darkness, and hold the sword to break the situation for the family, country and the world.
