With Half a Piece of Osmanthus Jade, I Can Kill the Powerful People of the Old Dynasty.

What I want is never a reversal of the verdict. I want to burn down the whole old palace and build a new one. On the rainy night when the whole family of Yongning Marquis was burned in the sea of ​​fire, he took the Wangyou Pill and forgot that he was Jiang Yanzhi and the little girl who had made a promise to each other under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. Seven years later, he changed his name to Xie Qingci and came to Beijing alone from the south of the Yangtze River as a "sick and weak concubine". While the tea cups were rising and falling at the Juxian Residence, he quietly took the lifeblood of the old dynasty's powerful people one by one into the palm of his hand. The entire Su family was exiled, but she was the only one who survived. Su Zhuohua entered the palace as a maid, starting from sweeping the ashes, knocking on the Queen Mother's door with a soothing soup, exchanging the old seal of a cinnabar mole for Pei Wenran's hidden thread, and helping Xiao Qizhi step by step from the dry well of the cold palace to the dragon throne. When others asked her why, she said: "My father taught me how to call correctly, my mother taught me how to use medicine accurately, and my grandfather gave me his life in exchange for it. There are three hundred lives standing behind me, and I can't lose." The sword in the court, the chess in the palace. She collects secrets from the harem for him, and he settles old accounts in the court for her. One is anonymous, the other is nameless. Half a piece of cinnamon jade is a promise made when I was seven years old, and it is also the only letter when we meet again ten years later. When the half of the jade is closed, the old case will be cleared up, the prince will be punished, and the new emperor will ascend the throne. He said under the osmanthus tree: "I've been counting all my life, but I didn't count that you were still here." She said: "I have always been here." In the ashes of the old dynasty, they dug a clean path for each other. But the half piece of osmanthus jade I hid in my sleeve was never a token - it was an account book owed by the powerful people of the old dynasty to the Su family for three hundred lives. I'm waiting for you to turn it to the last page with your own hands.