Dingyu Daqing

The twelve are combined and become the king. In the twenty-ninth year of Qianlong's reign, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, a red moon loomed in the sky. After half a lifetime of ups and downs, I have read all kinds of things in the world and seen through the warmth and warmth of the world. It just so happens that the bloody full moon hangs in the sky. Once the soul enters the Qing Dynasty, he is reincarnated as the Twelve Princes of the Forbidden City and will be immortalized forever. The history books have already written down the tragic fate: It ended sadly at the age of twenty-four, with no title and no heirs, trapped in the palace's conspiracy, and a life of silence and namelessness. How could I be willing to submit to destiny in this new life? Observe subtle clues, discern the authenticity of people's hearts, break through the intrigues in the palace, and solve all kinds of puzzles. The undercurrents in the palace walls, the games in the court, and all the plots and schemes are all hidden. First settle down, then clarify the past and reverse the established ending. The lonely young man who was ignored by no one in his study room endured and hibernated, taking root step by step. Finally, he walked to the emperor's side, controlled his own advance and retreat, and stabilized the chess game. Twelve hidden secrets, experience determines the true mind. In the past, when I was in the palace, I relied on half a lifetime of accumulated experience to establish myself in the Forbidden City and control the overall situation.