Yu Linling

She entered the palace with a dead face. Everyone thought that she was just a canary kept by the emperor in the palace - she looked like the late Concubine Xiao, had a cowardly temperament, was clumsy in tongue, and could even spill the tea she was served. The concubine Shu regarded her as a piece of grass, the powerful ministers regarded her as an ant, and the palace people commented privately: Kong has a good face, but it is a pity that she is a waste. No one thought that this face was a mask she spent three years carving with her own hands, enduring pain. Her name is Xie Zhiwei. The photographic memory is the blade she hides, the forged handwriting is the knife in her sheath, and the mole that is exactly the same as Concubine Xiao's is the first needle she pierces into this palace. From the orphan girl of a guilty minister to the female official of the sixth rank, from the side palace of the cold palace to the important secret place of the royal study, she used clumsiness as an armor and slowness as a shield to weave an intelligence network covering six departments and spanning the northern border under everyone's eyes. Every step she makes is calculated, every mistake she makes is premeditated, and every cowardice hides murderous intent. It wasn't until the chessboard was flipped that the ministers were horrified to discover that this canary was here to peck out everyone's eyes. However, as she approached the heart of power step by step, she encountered a deeper abyss. Every black account, every perjury, and every old case of family extermination that she found seemed to point to Wei Chong, the powerful chief minister, but at the end of all the clues, there was a man who had been dead for thirty-two years. She had to ask herself: Is the revenge chess game she has carefully planned for many years just a move in another person's bigger chess game that has already been calculated? What was even more unforeseen to her was that the emperor who she originally only wanted to use actually saw through her mask through repeated trials and games, but chose to put the most precious trust in her hands. And this encounter that started as a deception is dragging her into a choice that was never in her plan - when the end of revenge is close at hand, can she still hold on to the already riddled heart? "Wan'er is no longer here. I miss her, but I don't need a second Wan'er. What I need is someone who can stand in front of the emperor and share the trouble for me." "I will help you sort out the information." - This is the closest thing to the truth that Xiao Heng can say. "You look a lot like her. It's not just your face. You both bet your lives on one thing. She lost the bet. I hope you win." "Sir, is the world you want the world you want to see, or the world everyone in the world wants?" "... I don't know anymore." "Seeing the small is called bright, guarding the soft is called strong - those who can see the subtle are called 'bright'; those who can guard the weak are called 'strong'. My father named me 'Zhiwei' because he wanted me to see the world clearly, but guard the weak. He was wrong. Once you see some things clearly, you can't help but fight." "My father gave you this name because he wanted you to 'attack the usual' - follow the normal way and don't bring disaster to yourself. But sometimes, if you don't bring disaster to yourself, you have to watch others suffer. You can't do it. Your father can't do it either." An old file hides wind and rain, and the remaining chess in half a game determines life and death. The deep palace may not be without swords and pens, and the golden bird's first cry will startle the world. Intention: In the chess game of power, true wisdom is not to destroy, but to rebuild on the ruins. Keeping your heart and protecting those around you is more precious than revenge