Daughter-In-Law: the Concubine Who Confuses the Country

The kingdoms changed, and the imperial power surged. The palaces of the three great founders survived for hundreds of years, and they jointly governed the kingdoms with the royal family. It's a pity that once the situation changes, the tall buildings can only be overturned in a blink of an eye. A conspiracy and a war, using millions of people as bait, resulted in the decline of the three palaces. As the only legitimate daughter of Prince Zunshuo, she was supposed to enjoy all the splendor and glory, but instead she was riddled with cold poison and her eyes were disabled. She had to stay away from the imperial capital and was trapped in Fengmin Mountain for eighteen years. Eighteen years of dormancy, just for the perfect ending of the final blow. This time, she came back strong. The world is the bureau, the country is the son, and the wind and clouds are controlled with bare hands. There are monsters and demons in the palace, the emperor's thoughts are unpredictable, the court is dark and treacherous, and the mystery of his life experience emerges. How could she, an orphan, wade through the muddy waters and become prosperous step by step? Everyone sighs: Zunshuo's legitimate daughter is blind and blind, she is a short-lived person, and she has wasted a hundred years of inheritance from the palace. But no one could see the cold fangs slowly exposed under the gentle and harmless appearance. The man is gorgeously dressed in red, with a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, and sarcastic eyes, smiling at the world, "A good piranha can also be seen as a white lotus." Xiao Zining stared at the uninvited man in front of her again and remained silent. What kind of incense did she burn to attract this monster's lingering ghost? The man's clothes were half off, and he looked at her with a devilish smile, "You are cruel and I am vicious, and you will repay me with your anger. I have a small belly, Jiu'er, we are a perfect match!" Xiao Zining chose to ignore it and continued to remain silent. She had to think carefully. They were not allies as promised. This rhythm was not quite right! The battle for the throne, the change of imperial power, the hatred between parents. From home and country to the world, there is always someone dressed in red by my side. The hatred of the country and the family, the fierce battle and the iron horse, are always no match for her saying "the country is the betrothal, the heaven and the earth are the matchmaker, I am willing to marry!"