Neither the Country nor I Can Be Let Down

Everyone knows that the queen in the cold palace is a madman. Emperor Xiao Jing also thought so, until the northern border was stained with blood every night, and all civil and military officials in the dynasty became mute. He stepped into the cage on a rainy night, tore off all her disguises, and made the final bet: "Gu Jiuge, hold this country for me." So, a "madman" started playing chess. Every child she falls disturbs her destiny. The longitude and latitude of the whole plate gradually deviated from the original trajectory. Just when she thought she had finally caught a wisp of human fireworks, the star trails of the Qintian Prison and the whispers of old friends reached her ears at the same time: This crumbling prosperous age is the unfinished manuscript of her writing. And she is the writer who is being bitten by the ink marks. At this moment, the king on the dragon throne stretched out his hand to her, and behind him were the splendid mountains and rivers and the pages of paper that were about to be burned. On the other side of the chess game is the cold law of the entire world. If you write to mend the sky, the world of mortals will be cut off. If you hold your hand and indulge, everything will turn into ashes. This is the ultimate game between fate, oneself, and the one you love. What she wants to win is always more than one country.