The Jokhang Kingdom had no emperor. The nine "lords" rule the world in parallel, each occupying a palace. There is no single sun above the court, only nine groups of fires that flicker and fade.
Cheng Qianhe is the most humble medicine boy in Biwu Palace. She dried medicinal materials every day, polished ink for the imperial doctor, and ate the most unpalatable palace rice. The only thing that stood out was her tongue that could distinguish all kinds of flavors - bitter, sweet, poisonous, and medicinal. As long as it entered her mouth, there was no secret that could be hidden. She just wants to be a transparent person, chewing licorice and getting by.
But there was never any shortage of trouble in the palace.
The sweet-scented osmanthus cake of Hua Zhu Fengqi was poisoned; the tea cup of Changzhu Jiang Heng had an unexpected bitter taste; there were undercurrents among the nine palaces, some were poisoning, some were framing, and some were grinding arsenic into rouge. The tongues of thousands of rivers dragged her into the center of the whirlpool again and again, and every time, she would meet the same person——
Thank you Siam Zhu.
The youngest spy leader under the eldest lord, he hides his sword in his smile, does things by any means, and likes to say "you do what you want". She is like a snake staring at its prey, entangled in thousands of rivers and refusing to let go: "Your tongue belongs to me."
Qian Qianhe wants to run away, but cannot. I want to hide, but I can't. I want to scold you, but I can't.
So she admitted it.
——When a bitter tongue meets the cold-hearted female King of Hell, it is impossible to live this life.
Two heroines, light suspense, daily reasoning
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