In the thirty-seventh year of Jingming Dynasty, the prince of the East Palace was killed by poison at the Chongyang Palace Banquet. The poisonous feather flew past the Jiuzhong Palace Palace and landed on the edge of the green jade lamp of Xie Yunzhi, the legitimate daughter of the Xie family.
Everyone in the world says that the Xie family girl is noble and unparalleled, but they don't know that she has been hiding her clumsiness since she was a child. At the age of fifteen, she picked up her brother's unfinished secret and met Gu Yun, the prince of Zhenbei, on the narrow street. The young general's black armor was stained with blood, and the edge of his sword opened the beaded curtain of her hat: "Ms. Xie's eyes remind me of the silver fox that bit the wolf's throat in the hunting ground."
Three days later, Xie Yunzhi knocked on the door in front of the Zichen Hall and broke the iron certificate of the alchemy book given by the late emperor into two halves: "Xie is willing to guarantee his name for a hundred years and please open the secret file of Dali Temple."
Gu Yun leaned on the vermilion palace pillar and handed the blood-stained handkerchief to her: "Little fox, if you want to investigate the East Palace case, you must first learn to lick blood on the blade of a knife."
When Xie Yunzhi opened the dusty documents of the Ministry of Justice, he was shocked to realize that the chess game had been settled twenty years ago. The truth behind the death of the late empress in childbirth, the missing 100,000 stones of military rations transported by water from the south of the Yangtze River, the wordless spiritual tablet enshrined in the secret room of Zhenbei Palace... Amid the intertwining of powers, someone used cinnabar to draw a bloody star map on the Tongque Terrace, and her birthday suddenly appeared on the seventh page of Taishi Ling's Star Observation Book.
Deep in the palace at night, Gu Yun's sword was pressed against her throat, and the wind and snow in the north surged in his eyes: "Do you know that the lives of thirty-seven members of the Gu family are all tied to a memorial from your father?"
Xie Yunzhi stabbed the gold hairpin into his shoulder blade with his backhand, and the bright red soaked into the moon-white skirt: "Does the prince know that on the day that your father died in the battle at Cangwu Pass, my brother burned three volumes of postal newspapers in the archives of the Ministry of War?"
When the Suzaku Gate slowly opened, Xie Yunzhi finally picked up the blood-stained prince's seal. The ninety-nine jade steps behind her were covered with frost blades, and Gu Yun's black cloak passed over her fingertips: "Xie Xiang has worked hard to pave the blue cloud road for you. The little fox must walk steadily."
This chess game that started with conspiracy will end with sincerity. When the twenty-eight-year-old returned to his place, they learned that buried under the Bronze Bird Tower was not only the jade seal of the previous dynasty, but also a marriage certificate that had been erased by the historian - on the yellowed silk, "Xie Shi Yunzhi" and "Gu Shi Chengye" were written clearly.
(Two strong men with high IQs fall in love and kill each other/the conspiracy line is grassy and the gray line is hidden for thousands of miles/the intensive reversal of the multi-party game/the emotional pull of the sugar-coated knife)
Intention: Are we trapped by fate, or have we fulfilled our fate through so-called struggle?