She was born in the mud.
Broken tiles in cold kilns, poor food and clothing, and scolding in the market - this was the first half of Liu Chaoge's life.
He is the Cloud Blade.
The only son of a century-old general, Yama in the iron-blooded battlefield, and the sharpest knife in the emperor's hand.
Xie Wujiu had calculated all the people's hearts throughout his life, but he had missed that cold arrow.
When he was about to die, he opened his eyes and turned into a thin girl kneeling outside the palace wall.
Vulgar and cowardly, he was almost sold into a flower house by Ya Po for a bag of rice.
But there was a fire burning in her eyes, which was the desperate look he had seen in the eyes of a dead soldier.
"Kill someone for me." She clutched the blood-stained hairpin, her voice hoarse like a ghost.
He sneered: "Chips?"
"I can predict the future -" she pointed towards the imperial city with her fingertips, "for example, in three days, the prince will die of poison."
He used her humble body to stir up troubles, and she relied on his thunderous skills to reach the sky step by step.
When there was bloodshed in the palace, she helped him clean up the grievances of the generals; when there was a war on the border, he helped her burn down the nine enemy clans.
Until that night when it was rainy and windy, he grabbed her chess hand and said, "Liu Chaoge, if we win this game, do you want the world or me?"
She put the blade against his throat with her backhand, and smiled like poisonous rouge:
"I want the world to watch - how the ants in the quagmire turned your Xie family into a chess piece."
Two souls take over the body, the wolf and the fox share the same human skin, serving as each other's scabbard and sword in the bloody conspiracy.
