There was an undercurrent surging in the palace.
Eunuchs manipulate power, friends hide knives behind their backs, and even those closest to them can become deadly threats.
She was unwilling to accept her fate, and acted like a coquettish and cute person every step of the way;
He is gentle and protective, but struggles between use and sincerity.
"You think I'm just your bodyguard?"
"Isn't it?"
When the truth gradually emerges, are the two each other's salvation or their final enemies?
In this palace full of conspiracy and betrayal, can they work together to break through the darkness and rewrite the trajectory of fate?
Game of power, game of love, who is the final winner?
Intention: Machiavellian