Jinshu Huanyu

The iron-blooded female official Lin Ran, whose palm is printed in the household department, points out corruption. A case of missing five hundred stones of army rations dragged her into the web carefully woven by the regent. The evidence pointed directly at the side of the dragon chair. She bowed her head and knelt down, but her words were like a knife: "I have the original memorial." Yan Qi, the prince of a foreign race, was ordered to enter the capital, but was intercepted and killed by the dead men of the palace. The black iron token bears the dragon pattern, and the hospitality in the capital is stained with blood. He tightened his grip on the evidence and sneered: "That's bullshit." The twelve sacred artifacts "Jin Shu" on the border are said to be able to determine the destiny of the country and also overturn the country. The regent's jade crown is stained with blood, and he is pressing forward every step of the way. There are only three fragments left to usurp the imperial power and faith together. A conspiracy that started with food will eventually sweep through the entire dynasty. The shadow of candles in the deep palace, the flames of war on the frontier, the collision of faith and power. She is the sharpest blade in the empire, and he is the most untamed wolf in the prairie. From the fingertips touching each other tentatively, to the breathing intertwining when the knife tip licks blood, in a fatal game, they use their bodies as chess and an altar as an alliance. "It's hard to entrust a brocade book, but it can only be cast with blood."