——The Luo family is happy, planning the game is the game, and the two kings are the chess.
"I want this country, and I want you to surrender to me until death."
She is the most noble princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty - Luo Ying'an, a phoenix raised in the palm of the emperor, who was born to soar in the nine heavens.
The phoenix pampered in the palm of the emperor, Shura playing chess in secret.
The innocent smile hides murderous intent, and the brocade skirt is stained with blood.
He is the commander of the Jinyi Guards, Mo Lingzhuo.
The scar between her eyebrows was the knife she had blocked ten years ago.
I am willing to be her sharpest blade, even if one day, this blade will pierce my heart.
He is the Wolf King of the North, Chu Xiaochen.
Under the silver mask, half of her face was burned.
I am willing to burn 300,000 cavalrymen just for her to look back and smile.
A palace coup revealed a bloody chess game——
The secret edict under the dragon throne, the truth behind the death of the late queen, the strange movements of the border cavalry...
Luo Ying'an chuckled and played chess, turning the court, borders, and love into chips in her hands.
Mo Lingzhuo thought he was protecting her purity, while Chu Xiaochen thought he was indulging her ambitions.
Little did she know that from the moment they met, they were carefully chosen by her...
"The best chess piece"
Holding her sleeves with blood-stained fingers, Mo Lingzhuo's voice was hoarse: "Your Highness... Don't go any further."
Luo Ying'an looked back and smiled softly, and stroked the scar between his eyebrows with her fingertips: "Master Mo, are you ordering me?"
He suddenly let go of his hand and knelt down on one knee: "I... Don't dare."
She leaned forward and put her red lips close to his ear: "Then remember - your life was mine ten years ago."
Chu Xiaochen's silver mask reflected the bonfire, and the wine slid down his Adam's apple: "Little Phoenix, what do you think is hidden under my mask?"
Luo Ying'an drew a knife and put it against his throat: "Hidden a secret letter of collaboration with the enemy? Or... The poison of regicide?"
He laughed and clenched the blade, letting the blood drip out of him: "Hiding half of the face that was burned for you ten years ago -" suddenly approaching: "And a heart waiting for you to gouge out."
She moved the tip of the knife down and opened his clothes: "What a coincidence, I happened to bring a spoon today."
Intention: "The most poisonous thing in the world is not Jiujiu, but the willingness to drown in her eyes."