Wrong Plot

On a snowy night in the 23rd year of Longqing, Mu Yu glimpsed his name in the cracks of history books. When she changed from a modern rotten girl to the "third son" of the prime minister's palace, the icy lake under the Suzaku Bridge not only sealed the secret of her daughter's identity, but also soaked in the fuse that led to the overthrow of the dynasty. Above the court, the edge of Prince Yu Jinmu's sword is always lingering in his throat. The scars on his heart and the moon-eating totem of the dead soldiers in the northern Xinjiang weave a web of tears and blood from his marriage to the princess twenty years ago. The sweet frost mixed with saltpeter in the military rations eroded through the iron walls of Tongguan, the golden-scaled armor of the guards reflected the poisonous indigo mist in his brother's eyes, and under the paperweight where his father coughed up blood, rouge-colored beetles crawled out of the marriage certificate of the previous dynasty. When the golden pattern on the clavicle appeared when exposed to heat, Mu Yu realized that this body was bleeding from the royal family of Northern Xinjiang. The modern afterimage in the cracks of the bronze mirror fights with the pen of the history book, but Yu Jinmu's poisonous kiss burns the tiger talisman into the palm: "I bet you with my country and my heart." The moonlight of the Suzaku Bridge was broken by the golden horse and the iron horse, the military rations turned into twelve heart-eating golden men, and the three princesses of Northern Xinjiang who emerged from the phosphorus fire stood with her mirror image. When the truth tore apart the foundation of the dynasty, Mu Yu lit a fuse in the underground palace of the Imperial Ancestral Temple - the bag of apricot preserves that traveled through time and space contained enough nitroglycerin to burn two worlds. In this game of sweet frost and love and hate, who is the real chess player in the history books? When modern chemical symbols collided with ancient shamanic mantras, Mu Yu finally understood the obsession with reincarnation in Yu Jinmu's eyes: "I want this sound of tearing silk to be heard throughout the three lives and three generations." Intention: Machiavellian, love, sinister