To the north is the powerful country of Ning, which occupies the hinterland of the Central Plains and dominates one side. To the south, across the natural chasm of the Yangtze River, there is a rich country called Mo and a rich country.
The grievances and grievances of the previous generation, and the divisions and reunions of this generation.
The secret party's sword is the sword, and the imperial power is the sheath.
Mo Feiwan, the eldest daughter of Emperor Mo, took charge of the underground underworld as a woman. She killed all the people who deceived the public with their evil words and played chess games for her father.
The top of the distant mountains is covered with snow.
Ning Luochen, the crown prince of Ning Kingdom, was rumored to have bewitching features and eyes, and was as beautiful as a woman. From a distance, he looked like the thin snow on the top of a mountain. His white clothes were not stained by dust, and he looked like a fairy.
However, the methods and thoughts beneath the surface are colder than the long night in the north.
He brought half of the country as his betrothal, and on that dim moonlit night, he stopped her at the corner and only asked her: "Are you willing to marry me?"
Mo Feiwan sneered and brushed his cold knuckles away.
Through the cool moonlight, she seemed to see the bottom of his heart.
How could she not know that in this marriage, one wanted her power and the other wanted her life.
But she still agreed.
Until the city tower leaps, the red clothes fly across the setting sun
He caught the coldness of her flesh and bones, and guarded her delicate heart veins in a mannerless manner. He only listened to her murmur, as light as falling snow:
"Ning Luochen, you have been sitting high in the clouds all your life, counting the hearts of the world... Have you ever thought that you and I are strangers... But God's will... Is so tricking."
God's will has made you and I become husband and wife. We were supposed to be in love with each other, but we never thought we would be in the same bed.
He lowered his proud head tremblingly, and whispered in her ear that all God's will comes from his own hands.
I love you, do you know?
Otherwise, why would you become my wife?
HE
Intention: Machiavellian