Everyone in the court said: "Xie Lin, the Chief of Ceremonies, has the power to dominate the government and the public, blocking out the evil officials."
Everyone in the world knows that the emperor Xiao Jingyan and the puppet on the dragon chair are in name only.
In front of others: He knelt down in front of the emperor, his scarlet python robe stained with dust, humbly wiping away the tea stains and broken porcelain thrown by the emperor.
In front of the person: He looked down and sneered, the poison-quenched dagger was pressed against his heart, and each word was quenched with ice: "If we lose this game, you and I will both die."
The thunderous fury after every "transgression" and the tense moments during every "confrontation" are all dramas of life and death for this bloodthirsty palace.
No one knows:
The blood-stained fingertips once carved the secret order of rebellion in his palm;
The cold blade will eventually kill all the demons and monsters for him.
Who extended a saving hand on that snowy night twelve years ago?
Twelve years later, in the abyss, who split the cage with his body blade?
They danced together wearing masks of enemies, embracing each other on the dragon's throne and on the edge of the cliff of infamy.
This chess game that the world is betting on——
There will be no regrets in making a move, and there will be no longevity in love.
Watch how Quan Eunuch is the emperor's sharpest sword, and watch how the puppet controls the most dangerous chess game.
The incompatibility between water and fire is just an illusion, at the bottom of the dry lotus pond...
The red lotus with a double pedicle was born from blood.
Intention: Bingdilian in the abyss - using a dirty body to do the most pure thing, writing unknown love and loyalty in the name of hate on the ruins of power