(This is a fictional article) During the Jingming Dynasty, the country was in ruins. Updates and revisions will be slow. You have to write from many characters' perspectives and backgrounds with their own thoughts and ideas, and you also have to read a lot of historical books. This is a slow-paced novel that requires reading. One chapter is full, so please be careful when following up. (≧∇≦)୧₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎୨No ethnic or gender discrimination. I feel a little bad when I write it. I am still supplementing my lack of knowledge about history and some systems. It will be updated slowly.
I am going to start all over again and revise again for the 265th time. The feeling I have now is still not the feeling in my heart. I have not written the feeling of soul and flesh. It is just a body. Thank you fans for your continued support. Good works and love for fans. I will continue to work hard. There is no ethnic discrimination or gender discrimination. All discrimination starts from a dream that I have been having. It may be a bit fantasy.
On his deathbed, the emperor asked him to be alone, saying "for Yao and Shun", which pushed the young emperor to the altar of power and made him a lonely man.
Above the court, everyone has their own agenda. They are a group of top hunters, and the whole world is their prey.
For the sake of family and country, or for personal gain, they fight openly and secretly in the chess game of power, stirring up the whole situation of the court.
In the turbulent political struggle and sudden emotional fetters, they face the choice between loyalty and betrayal, ideal and reality.
When the truth is buried under layers of lies, when love is incompatible with family and country, when loyalties turn to ashes and traitors rule... Who is the mastermind behind this game of chess? And how will the forbearing maid make her earth-shattering first sound?
Yesterday's grudges are over today, and the wealth and wealth before our eyes are dazzling. I have to wake up from a dream in Nanke. There are several houses in the deserted tombs of Beimang. Love, hate, and obsession are all turned into dust, and loyalty, traitors, virtuous people, and foolishness are all silt. Only the wind and the moon were there, and the remaining gossip was over a cup of tea.
Intention: Growth type
