In March of late spring, Jiang Yanbing, a poor man from Qianyuan, entered Shangjing as a Zhongyong, but a wolf-hair pen opened the most bizarre chess game of the Dayin Dynasty. In front of the Jinluan Palace, the eldest princess Xie Jinghong, who was as cold as frost, smelled the scent of Hantan Xuanyu in the lingering ambergris - Jiang's secret medicine that should have disappeared from the world. Following this young man with a smile on his face, it penetrated the palace every inch.
On a warm night under the red candle tent, Xie Jinghong's jade finger traced the Qianyuan seal on the back of Jiang Yanbing's neck: "On the day when the number one scholar is elected, I want you to take off this fake skin with your own hands." Under the Danqi, Jiang Yanbing's ink pen hovered over the Chunwei roster, but he saw blood-stained words deep in the file. The edict that Jiang's family copied and beheaded nineteen years ago was stamped with the birthday seal of the eldest princess.
When Zhuque Street was filled with broken jade, Xie Jinghong held the blood-stained crane cloak and chuckled: "It turns out that Mr. Jiang wants more than Qingyun Road." Jiang Yanbing picked up the phoenix crown with the edge of his sword, and kissed the snowy neck with the scent of rust: "Your Highness, you know that when Qianyuan marks Kunze - the most taboo is the sight of blood."
The court hall is turbulent and the clouds are treacherous, and the begonias in the deep palace are weeping. Two shackled women dancing between dragon chairs and pen and ink created a fire that burned the whole world. When the truth came to light with the late emperor's edict, they discovered that during the shocking incident nineteen years ago, someone had already carved their names side by side on the Sansheng Stone...
Purpose: Use love as a blade to break the shackles of fate; use blood as ink to change the laws of heaven and earth