The hidden dark princess × the secret guard of Yushu Linfeng Palace
Machiavellianism + love
Jiang Zhao was born in early autumn. Before the maple leaves on the palace wall fell, her cry fell to the ground.
Her mother's family is the Queen Mother's Qiao family, and the fight with the emperor was at a critical juncture. But she has royal blood flowing in her body.
Because her mother was guilty, the Queen Mother sent her out of the palace. It has been eighteen years since then.
When she was eighteen years old, word of mouth spread throughout the capital that Princess Sui'an had returned to the capital. She was wearing a gorgeous dress and sitting in her place, but there was no one behind her. The Queen Mother died of illness, and apart from the Queen Mother's gang, she only had the Qingluan Guard token in her hand.
But her goal is to overthrow the entire royal family.
The day I met Xie Qinyan was a coincidence. Although Jiang Zhao could tell after careful consideration that this person was a spy planted by the emperor, she was indeed keen on playing games of torturing each other.
It was not an easy journey. Even though she could no longer see anything other than sincerity and sincerity in Xie Qinyan's eyes, she still used ambiguous tactics to test each other in the name of cooperation. For what reason, she herself could not tell.
Later, she often dreamed that there would be snow in her dream. It was snowing heavily in the Northern Desert, and Xie Qinyan hugged her in the snow.
So much later, she would still think that the coldness of the throne seemed to bring out the warmth of the snow.
"The rain in Jiangnan is always lingering.
Jiang Zhao held an oil-paper umbrella and stood under the eaves of a teahouse on the bluestone road, watching the raindrops weave diagonally into the bamboo forest opposite. She had just finished listening to the storyteller at the next table telling a story about "the empress ascended the throne, abolished harsh government and improved people's livelihood", and her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the edge of the tea cup - it was the first time in her three years of traveling around the world that she heard her name being spoken gently by others, like a feather falling on the water. "
She understood that it was just a winter worth remembering, but not worth repeating.
[A few words from the author]
This article is about a strong woman and a weak man. Although the ending is be, rest assured that there will be sweetness.
How should I put it, maybe it is a story of two-way secret love.
Purpose: We all have our own path to walk.