"You want this imperial power to be overwhelming, I want this skeleton to speak human words."
The beads on Xie Heng's wrist were soaked in fifteen years of blood and rust.
When he cut open the throat of the scorched corpse, he always thought of his mother's knuckles that had been burnt to ashes in the seventh year of Yongning - until that night Xiao Jingyi crushed the moonlight on the censor's stage and threw the blood-stained broken porcelain case on his desk.
Everyone in the world thought that the fifth prince was romantic and ridiculous, but they didn't know that there was vicious blood flowing under his black python robe. When Zhuque Street swallowed the ninth charred corpse, Xie Heng tasted the fragrance of the old friend's lips on the autopsy knife.
"Your Highness wants me to serve as a sword?"
"No," Jamel Xiao's sword spike wrapped around his bleeding bandage, "I want someone to watch the ashes rekindle with me in the night that history refuses to record."
The chess game in the court turns out to be a prophecy. One of them digs out the old scars to find the truth, and the other burns the blood of three generations to set up a killing array. On the day when the beams and pillars of the Imperial Ancestral Temple collapsed, the historian's trembling pen hung in the air——
The skeletons hugging each other in the fragments hold half of a tiger talisman, and where the prayer beads and sword tassels are intertwined, there are feelings that history books dare not express.
◆Crazy criticism of the beautiful prince and attack by cold and powerful ministers
◆The two male protagonists fall in love and kill each other/the conspiracy line is a knife covered in frosting/the sincerity revealed in the ashes
◆"I want you to watch how these cannibal mountains and rivers are burned with holes by our blood."
Purpose: World peace
