On the day Xie Jinse entered the East Palace, it snowed for the first time in Luoyang.
Everyone in the court said that Xie's daughter was gentle and uncontroversial, and was a soft persimmon who could be manipulated. Even Prince Yuan Yi thought so - after all, when they first met, she couldn't hold a cup of buttermilk steady, her fingertips were red from the cold, and she looked up at him with a pool of spring water in her eyes that was about to be broken.
Until the night of the palace banquet.
He saw with his own eyes that she was holding the jade Ruyi that never left her hand, with a smile on her face, and asked a third-rank official to resign, and everyone in the room was as silent as a cicada.
Yuan Yi fanned in the corridor and raised his glass from afar: "Thank you, Miss, for your kindness."
She lowered her eyes and smiled, her voice like broken jade: "Not as good as Your Highness, I have been hiding for twenty years."
——He pretended to be a playboy for twenty years, lying drunk on the knees of beautiful women, holding a murderous sword while awake, thinking that no one in the world could be his rival.
——But little did he know that he had already fallen into her trap since that snowy day.
Later, the historian wrote a biography of the prince.
Yuan Yi only commented: "I have never been defeated in my life, but I was defeated by Xie's daughter."
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Concept: In a chess game in troubled times, everyone is a pawn. She hides her edge in her weakness, and he hides his edge in his dandyism. The two smart people wearing masks test each other and set up traps for each other. In the end, they discover that the most dangerous chess piece is the true self. Machiavellianism is the exterior, sincerity is the interior.