In the Longming Palace on a snowy night, the secret guard Shen Yanli broke through the beam and entered, crushing the Japanese pirate's ferocious smile with his blade. He was the blade hidden in the shadows of Emperor Xiao Chengyu, the moonlight trapped under the dragon robe that he did not dare to touch - until half of the broken lotus jade pendant slipped from his waist, nailing his life as an orphan of a sinner under the spotlight of the court.
From "I protect your majesty" to "your majesty protects my ministers", the misplaced protection of the blade and the dragon robe hides the unexplained "hands shaking" and "looking forward to returning to the shadow". Shen Yanli always stood quietly in the corner of the hall when Xiao Chengyu was criticizing, watching the tears of candles crawling across his knuckles that tightly grasped the imperial pen; Xiao Chengyu always turned away from Shen Yanli when he was injured, fearing that seeing the old scar left for him would mess up the emperor's rules. They coexisted in the cracks of the imperial power, but in the end they could not escape the four-character knife of "the queen of the guilty minister".
When General Li photographed the forged secret letter in the Golden Palace, when Captain Pei's wat board crushed Leng Gong Canxue, Xiao Chengyu held the blood-drinking sword sharpened by Shen Yanli and heard himself saying "I will kill it with my own hands." On the broken bricks of the execution ground, Shen Yanli looked up at the green and black eyes under his eyes, just like every morning of vigil in the past: "Your Majesty, I will not be able to protect you from now on." The moment the Broken Lotus Jade Pendant was stuffed into the palm of his hand, blood spattered into the unspoken concern at the door of the palace.
From then on, the dragon chair hung empty, and there were no secret guards sweeping the tiles on the roof of the palace; there was no more lone lamp on the imperial desk, and there was no longer a figure napping behind the door. The broken lotus on his waist made his heart ache. It turned out that the sharpest blade was never the blood-drinking sword that slashed the enemy, but the phrase "I am here" hidden in his throat, which eventually became a bone spur that the emperor could not swallow or spit out for the rest of his life.
This is a killing that begins with protection, a separation between the blade and the dragon scale - when he protects him, the blade points towards the enemy; when he kills him, the blade points towards the heart. And all the unspoken feelings were condensed into the door under the moonlight that no one could rely on anymore in the cold palace on the snowy night.
Intention: When he protects him, the blade points towards the enemy; when he kills him, the blade points towards the heart