He was the most inconspicuous slave in the palace. He was naturalized at the age of seven. He had been kneeling for eleven years and never dared to look up at anyone. Until that day, a pair of footsteps came from the rain and stopped in front of him.
He said: Follow me back to Jingming Palace.
Xiao Jin is the third prince in Zhaojing who should be least noticed. His biological mother died early, and he had no relatives or maternal clan. Even the palace officials dared to neglect his role. No one knew that he had spent ten years weaving a web, and no one knew that that day in the backyard of Lefang, he heard Xie Xue suppressing her breathing, as if she was afraid of disturbing something. He himself is afraid. I'm afraid that if the breath blows away, this person will never be found again.
From then on, we stay together in the palace, the sun is warm and the tea is warm. Everyone thought that Xiao Jin just picked a shadow at random, but only he knew that when the shadow stood up, his entire frustrated life took a turn.
But the snow in Zhaojing is getting deeper and deeper. The prince, the second prince, the chief ceremonial officer, the queen mother... Every pair of eyes was staring in the dark. If Xiao Jin wants to protect someone, he must first hold the life gate of the entire imperial city. He used legal principles, people's hearts, intelligence, and every hidden chess piece gained from twenty years of dormancy to move step by step towards the center of power.
Not for the world. For one person.
Purpose: The deepest conspiracy is only to protect one person, the most cowardly snow can warm an ashes