Ancient suspense × court intrigue × group portrait growth
Xie Yanlai, the most troublesome young disciple of Lingyun Sword Sect in the past twenty years, went down the mountain to investigate the case under the orders of his master, and sneaked into Dali Temple with an old token.
I wanted to quietly investigate the case and leave quietly, but on my first day of employment, I met Rong Xianqing, the young minister of Dali Temple. He was lazy, venomous, and arrogant, but his hands were steady, attentive, and his eyes were venomous. He could tell early on that she had changed her appearance.
The two of them were polite on the surface, but they knew each other secretly.
There is a turbulent undercurrent under Chang'an City. The old case of the eldest princess fifteen years ago is like a tree root buried underground, entangling the Prime Minister Pei Xuan, the Prince of the East Palace, the fourth prince, and the remnants of the former Yinlong Pavilion. Xie Yan came to investigate the case and found out that she was the princess. Protector Rong Xianqing helped her in. The two went from testing each other to being dependent on each other for life and death, separated by countless volumes of old documents that had been tampered with, witnesses who had been silenced, and loyal bones that had been eroded by poison.
Everyone wants to play this game of chess in Beijing, but in the end, the two people who should not be in the game are the ones who hold the chess piece. One comes from the mountain, and the other comes from the blood. They all thought they walked into Chang'an alone, but later they discovered that some people walked together.
