In her life, Meng Qiaosi has walked through too many thorns, fallen into many swamps, and been filled with too much water, so that when she had a few black hairs on her temples and sat on the supreme power chair, her eyes were sour, and no one could say anything intimate to her.
She followed the King of Liang in rebellion, hoping to rush into the capital to take revenge, and to gain the position of military advisor with her clever mind. No matter how smart she was, she was still young and frivolous, hoping to hit the stone with an egg. The seemingly crumbling imperial court is still supported by strong people.
God treated her well, and in a blink of an eye she arrived at a certain prince's camp to advise him. Everyone here has evil intentions, and beneath their smiles are layers of skin that cannot be torn off.
Fortunately, there are always sincere people in this world who fight side by side to eradicate injustice from the world.
Meng Qiaosi's tears fell on the back of her hands. There were finally no more refugees in the world, and there was no longer widespread cigarette burning. The emperor was the emperor, the ministers were ministers, and the eunuchs were also eunuchs.
Purpose: Justice lasts forever