Yan Ciying x Pei Jin
Decisive and ruthless female general x gentle and jade-like weak powerful minister
Two strong men/love and kill each other/military generals and civil servants
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Yan Ciying was originally trapped in a boudoir, but she had the ambition to serve the country. With her outstanding achievements, she became the first female general in the Central Plains. However, she was also a chess piece abandoned by her family and a fake daughter.
A well-planned fall off a cliff cut off the former glory.
Pei Jin is a "gentle" minister with great power, and he is also a hidden chess player.
A rescue that was not accidental forged plans for the future.
He knew it, and she knew it all.
What amazing secrets and unwilling flames are hidden under the skin, and there is a deep palace and cold calculation under the gentle smile.
Pei Jin placed Yan Ciying next to her and observed her carefully, as if appreciating a variable that was about to fall on the chessboard, trying to control her for his own use.
Taking advantage of Pei Jin's influence, Yan Ciying worked step by step, pretending to be cowardly and weak, like the most patient hunter, searching for the traces of the enemy in the clues, waiting for the opportunity to retaliate.
They are people who plot against each other, and they are also lonely souls hugging each other for warmth on the edge of the cliff.
Pei Jin chuckled, admiring and warning, "How courageous. I hope your solitary courage will not lead to death."
Yan Ciying's eyes were determined and fierce, "I have no other choice but to cherish my life and dare to risk my life."
The moonlight was getting thicker, and amidst countless calculations by Yan Ciying, Pei Jin gradually felt that the lonely and determined figure actually disturbed his quiet heart for many years.
"If I said that we are on opposite sides, would you hate me?"
Yan Ciying climbed up from the pool of blood in hell. She saw temptation and use in his gentle eyes, and even a hint of undue indulgence.
The extreme pull, the undercurrent is surging.
The sincerity is moved in the pretense of clinging, but the soul is lost in the conspiracy.
Intention: Know your fate and not be afraid