The dynasty was named Dasheng, and its capital was Lin'an. It seemed prosperous on the surface, but in reality there was an undercurrent. There are constant blood disputes in the royal family, the prince is vacant, kings are coveting him, there are many parties in the court, and relatives, powerful ministers, and vassal kings are competing with each other. The aliens on the border are watching, the eunuchs in the inner court are interfering in politics, and a storm is about to come.
My name is Lin Ruoxi. I was originally a student in the Department of Modern Archeology. After touching the bronze mirror of an ancient tomb, my soul traveled here and became a maid in the Shangyi Bureau. The original owner of this body was timid and cowardly, but because of a delivery of medicine, he ran into the poisoned Seventh Prince Xiao Se. His eyes were like cold stars, his face was cold and he spoke little, but when my hands shook and I knocked over the medicine bowl, he stretched out his hand to support me.
Dasheng's laws are strict and the hierarchy is clear. Palace ladies are not allowed to interfere in politics, and princes are not allowed to have private connections with the inner court. But unfortunately, a time-traveling woman's modern brain can always find a way to break the situation, and that cold and ascetic prince actually silently remembered my favorite osmanthus cake.
There is no mobile phone here, but there is heartbeat; there is no takeaway, but he comes in the dark of night, just to take a look at me. In this deep palace of machinations and life-and-death concerns, we clumsily rushed in both directions - I was cute and got into trouble, and he dealt with the aftermath with a cold face; he was careful at every step, and I had no intention of breaking the situation. Love takes root in darkness, and sweetness sprouts in danger.
Intention: falling in love with you through time and space