Your Majesty, Please Lend Me Your Power.

In the seventh year of Jingyuan, on their wedding day, Shen Qingyi, who had been free for half his life, planned to escape from the wedding. He happened to witness a tragic accident in his family, and no one in the family survived. In another life, the time went back to the third year of Jingyuan. In that year, she returned to the capital with her father to report on her duties. She settled in the capital from then on, and revenge became her obsession. The emperor of the current dynasty was suspicious by nature, and there were intrigues and intrigues among several princes. There was only one person who was clear in the sky, calm in the sea, and independent in the world. He was her new husband-in-law Qi Jingye from her previous life. With hatred accumulated in his heart for many years, he has become accustomed to being cold and distant. He was cold and cold towards others, but he treated her slightly differently. As they spent time together day and night, her heart, which had already fallen into an ice cave, suddenly became cold because of her warmth, and her eyes, which were originally far away from the worldly world, gradually became a little bit smoky because of her. To him, she was different. She was the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, the only light that belonged to him in the dark night. On New Year's Eve, on the city tower, overlooking the earth, the lights are bright, the gongs and drums are noisy, the trees and flowers are shining, and China and the country are celebrating together. On that day, above the lights of thousands of houses and under the stars in the sky, she leaned forward and said to him in his ear: "Qi Jingye, I wish you farewell to the end of the world and enjoy the fireworks in the future." The capital of Qi is turbulent, the court is treacherous and unpredictable, and the major families are trying to protect themselves. The deeper you go, the easier it is to get lost. The powerful Tianji Pavilion and the murderous Hokusai set off a bloody storm in the capital, involving the grudges of the previous generation. This city is like a whirlpool full of dangers, and no one can stay out of it, because everyone has already been trapped in it. In her new life, she walked cautiously and walked on thin ice, thinking that she was the one holding the sword and controlling the overall situation. Little did she know that behind her, he had weaved a larger and denser net to envelop her, and she had already unknowingly become the sword in his hand. He had never been so greedy for human fireworks as he is today. He thought that not a single fireworks in the world was lit for him. The way in his heart was always the way of the world, and his eyes always stayed on the position of a saint. He was indifferent and lonely, and did not believe that there would be true love in the world. People could only calculate and exploit each other. But he was wrong. He underestimated her sincerity to him, and also underestimated his affection for her. The long alleys of the market are filled with fireworks, and when spread out they are the human world. Intention: The road is long and difficult, but the road is approaching.