This is the story of two people who were crushed into the mud and decided to pull each other out of the mud.
Xiao Jue pretended to be ill for eight years, not because he was weak - it was because his powerful mouth was sewn shut. He had no power but could not regent, so he could only trade "death" for "living". Shen Qingwu was slaughtered all over her family, not because she was incompetent - it was because she was raised as a slave, and no one had ever taught her what it felt like to be "protected."
After they met, they did one thing: they changed each other from "alone" to "someone who dies together and lives together."
When jumping off the cliff, he held her in his arms and said, "The road to Huangquan is crowded, let's jump down and get a good position." She woke up first after falling into the abyss, and found that his body temperature was so low that it blended with the cold water, and there was a deep fold between his eyebrows - she used her fingertips to touch it, but it was not smoothed, then turned over and used her not-so-wide back to block the water droplets seeping down the rock wall for him. This action was clumsy and laborious, but she did it very seriously. Just like he had blocked her with his back many times before.
"The person being protected must one day learn to protect that person in turn."
This sentence is not a line. It's the only serious thing this whole book does.
When he woke up at the bottom of the abyss, she hugged him, not daring to sleep, and pressed her back against the stone wall to warm him up bit by bit from the cold poison. When he was on the verge of death, he shouted "cold", and tears burst out of her eyes. She tightened her arms and said, "It's getting warmer... It'll be warmer soon." He then shouted the second word - "Queen Mother". Even if there is only their last breath left, what they remember is not themselves, but each other, and the debt that has not yet been repaid.
This isn't just revenge. These are two people who are about to extinguish. It is better to be close together than to die alone.
If the dragon's veins are broken, the chess game will be useless. Picking up dead bones will cause chaos in the world.
Purpose: When the gods and Buddhas have no eyes and the way of heaven is unfair, I will crawl back from the depths of hell and use my mortal body to do things that go against heaven. I don't seek the right path, I don't care about the common people, I just seek justice for myself and for those bones that have no one to collect them in this cannibalistic world.