On the wedding night, with red candles shining brightly, Lu Yixuan looked at the person in front of him coldly: "Young Master Xie is so clever that he can even plan for imperial edicts." Xie Changqing chuckled and took off his clothes: "The general is wrong. Xie was regarded as an abandoned son by his father and was given to the general to make... A pillow knife."
Everyone in the court knew that Prime Minister Xie Jun gave the most unfavored concubine to the general for surveillance; the Holy Emperor ordered this marriage for checks and balances. But no one saw that Xie Changqing had deep marks on his wrists when he was tied to the sedan chair this morning.
That night, Lu Yixuan pinched Xie Changqing's chin and forced him into the corner: "General, I don't care if you are a craftsman or a chess piece, remember..." Before he could finish his words, the man in his arms suddenly coughed up blood, staining the black armor on his shirt that had not yet been taken off red.
Later, there was an emergency on the border, and Lu Yixuan discovered that military reports were always one step ahead of the enemy; and later on the night of the palace coup, Prime Minister Xie looked at the two people hugging each other on the tower, and was shocked to realize that the knife that was supposed to be stabbed at the general's mansion had already turned its edge and was pressed against his own throat.
Determination: "Lu Yixuan, I'll bet my life on you in this round... Do you dare to take it?"