In the winter of the 10th year of Taiping, I crawled back to the capital from exile, just to find out the mystery of why my father and brother were falsely accused of treason.
Xiao Che, the Marquis of Zhenbei, stopped me: "Back then, the dead soldiers of your Xie family made a desperate counterattack and gouged out the gold leaf from my heart to protect my life. Now I only have three years left to live."
I traced the old case step by step, but the palace secrets were revealed, and I discovered the shocking truth that Xiao Che's mother and concubine were forcibly recruited into the palace by the late emperor in their early years.
On a snowy night in the capital, he knelt outside his house with his sword in hand: "Zhiwei, can you use my life to build steps for the Xie family?"
And in my sleeve, there is a lancet that can carve out the last page of his heart.
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