Everyone in Beijing knows that Shen Zhetang, the orphan of the general, and Rongci, the cold and cold chief assistant, are old enemies separated by a sea of blood.
A piece of absurd imperial edict actually tied the two parties' hair with water and fire.
On the wedding night, the red candle wept with blood. The two of them formed a contract: in front of them, they were acting together, but in front of them, they were clearly separated.
After that, Shen Zhetang lurked beside his pillow, tracking down the old case step by step, and made this drama of seeming coincidence and mystery complete.
But she didn't realize that the always upright and upright chief minister was getting deeper into the scene, and he had already developed obsession in his eyes when looking at her.
Until the relics from that year reappeared, the bloody evidence pointed directly at the powerful minister who shared the same bed.
Shen Zhetang determined that he was the real culprit behind the scenes, and old and new hatreds were intertwined.
She threw down a piece of paper to leave her wife, and raised the knife to go away: "This is the end of the world."
She originally thought that this powerful official in the temple would be relieved.
Unexpectedly, Rong Ci slowly tore the deed into pieces of snow.
The man who had never been stained by fine things in the past firmly grasped her knife-holding wrist and pressed the tip of the cold knife into his heart.
He leaned close to her ear and said in a hoarse voice, "Want to leave? You can. Step on my bones."
Intention: False is also true, true is also false, inaction exists and returns to nothing.