[Everyone in the world thanked the commander for being the emperor's minion, but they didn't know that he was also a lonely and mad dog.
In the winter of the fifteenth year of the Apocalypse, Xiao Jingxuan, the deposed prince, folded his neck and lowered his eyes, paying his last blood debt in the cold prison. The black python robe swept over the mottled stone steps. Commander Xie, who had gained power recently, came with his holy will. The dark lines of gold lines made the man's face more beautiful, but the toe of his boots crushed the last inch of his spine.
After three years of dormancy, the deposed prince who was like a lost dog in the past rose up to play chess. He wanted to take advantage of the overwhelming power of this close minister of the Emperor, and he also wanted to settle the bloody account of the East Palace, every detail.
Under the warmth of the red candle tent, Xiao Jingxuan was leaning on the couch wearing a loose middle coat. With his jade-white fingertips wrapped around a red tassel, he handed the gentle knife to Xie Jin's lips: "Commander... Are you here to investigate the case today?"
He calculated every move accurately, but he missed the fire in Xie Wujiu's eyes. The man grabbed the golden bell on his ankle and pushed him forward, laughing hoarsely: "Since Your Highness wants to draw fire, I will... Accompany you to the end."
Later, in the history books, the general expressed his gratitude to the commander and made sure that the agency had failed in its efforts. Only Xiao Jingxuan remembered that when the Yuye Palace changed, the man traced his eyebrows with blood-stained fingers: "I came here for you in this life."
The deposed prince who was a beauty in fishing was attacked by a paranoid and paranoid minister who protected his shortcomings.
Intention: To grow upward