The heartless empress
Eight-year-old Li Lingcai lost all his brothers and sisters and was elevated to the throne by Zhao He, the biggest sycophant in the Qi Dynasty.
Zhao He has a complexion like a girl, a body like a willow tree, and a scorpion-like heart.
A pair of stunning appearance, a pair of diseased bones.
When Li Ling saw him for the first time, she was eating the scraps left over from the nanny's collection.
There was meat in the meal that day, and she ate it very seriously. She was picking the meat among the vegetables, but she didn't notice that someone had quietly entered the room.
Zhao He smiled and took out a hot snack for her, but Li Ling's black and white eyes were fixed on his thin waist.
This person has less to eat than she does? She thought.
Then, with lightning speed, she quickly snatched the snack from his hand.
Zhao He smiled silently and leaned forward slightly. With a face like a Bodhisattva and low eyebrows, he slowly and cruelly told her that her brothers and sisters had all died at his hands.
Li Ling raised his face and asked him if such delicious snacks would be available in the future.
After Li Ling ascended the throne, the powerful ministers were in power and the throne was empty. But she enjoyed it. After eating and drinking every day, she dozed off, played with crickets on the swing, and fought against her teachers, attendants and maids, and her guardian, Princess Zhou, which was just short of fighting against heaven and earth.
Until Concubine Zhou, who listened behind the curtain, was killed by Zhao He, and Zhao He became the prime minister.
At the court, Li Ling had already learned from many people that it was Zhao He who killed her whole family.
We also know that killing a whole family is a crime worthy of death.
So Li Ling thought that she needed to punish the enemy who killed her father.
That morning, she harshly ordered Zhao He to come forward and serve her tea and water. Those people accused Zhao He and insulted him, but she always agreed with what they said.
Zhao He was determined to retaliate, so she was punished when he went to court that day. Zhao He killed an attendant to warn her.
That was the first time Li Ling felt hatred. There was no fear, only hatred. The next day when he was teaching, she seemed extremely obedient. Before the medicine in her sleeve touched his tea cup, she was accidentally discovered by the chamberlain. She was so angry that she sneaked into his room and cut up more than a dozen of his clothes.
As you can imagine, Li Ling was sent to the Clothing Bureau for a month.
For the next five years, Li Ling devoted himself to making trouble for Zhao He, including but not limited to poisoning, assassination, skipping school, beating teachers...
Of course, Zhao He would spare no effort to retaliate against her.
He could always find time to escape from the busy schedule of murdering and setting fire to Zhongliang, and struck Li Ling with incomparable precision and childishness.
Until the Yuan Zhun case came out, Cao Wen of Zhongshu Province united with other ministers, and Zhao He was pulled from power.
He went to prison and suffered inhuman torture, but Li Ling rarely made trouble for him anymore.
After he was released from prison and was dying, she gathered political power and became more and more powerful.
The struggle between Li Ling and him officially began.
In the seventh year of Yuande, Zhao He, the political advisor and regent, died of illness in Longzhong.
The water was gurgling in the summer, and Li Ling sat alone all night under the pavilion where they had been together for countless days.
She remembered that day, when he leaned down slightly, his beautiful eyes rippling like spring water, and his fingers were a little cold. She had never seen a living person with such cold fingers.
He touched her forehead with his cold fingers and said: "Before you have absolute opinions, your Majesty will not trust anyone, no matter how malicious or kind, including yourself."
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I want to drag you to the hell of ten thousand feet, but I don't think that you are like a stubborn stone that has not been carved and a rotten wood that cannot be carved.
Before she saw the world clearly, she once owned a wilderness.
A true sycophant, don't wash your hands of yourself
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Intent: When growing up, you discover the mirror and get a glimpse of yourself
