From the day he took over the jade seal of the crown prince's young master, Xie Lian knew that he had become a pawn in the stranglehold between the aristocratic family and the imperial power.
The poisonous wine transported by water from the south of the Yangtze River, the prescriptions for the epidemic in the southwest, the smoke of war in the northwest battlefield - he stepped on the tightrope to push the century-old family to the top, but in every confrontation in the court, he deliberately ignored the scorching secret fire in the eyes of Prince Jiang Yin. The man's python robe was embroidered with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in gold thread, but when he coughed up blood, he bent down to pick up the medicine bowl, and when he was forced into the palace by a noble family, he cut off the dragon case with a sword: "A lonely teacher, it is not the turn of others to comment."
Jiang Yin personally burned the list of hidden stakes in the East Palace in front of Xie Lian's stove, and drank the poisonous wine he handed him with a smile: "Sir, if you want the family to be in power, I will suppress the twelve impeachment memorials for you; if you want to make history clear, I will do all the evil in the world." He eliminated corruption in water transportation, but gave all the credit for the New Deal to Xie's disciples; he slaughtered the barbarians in the northwest just to keep Xie Lian's military rations accounts clean.
When Xie Leng was kneeling in front of the ancestral temple and burning down the family's last retreat, Jiang Yin was kneeling under the imperial steps to bear the death penalty of "treason" for him.
"What do you want, Your Highness?" Xie Lianjian pointed at his heart, and the silver bracelet on his wrist was stained with Jiang Yin's blood.
"Picture the white plum branch that fell into my inkstone on the cuff of your sleeve when you taught me how to draw red."
One of them fell in love with each other in the whirlpool of aristocratic families, and the other was imprisoned on the dragon's throne, but they didn't know that in this fighting chess game, every piece that fell was the escape route carved by the opponent's own hands.
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Power is the bone, emotion is the blade
Under the monstrous power of the aristocratic family, he built a ladder of flesh and blood for him;
Among the nine shackles of imperial power was the silent door he left for him.
Intention: Strategy is ice, friendship is the blade, those who break fate will eventually become each other's antidote