Rouzhaolu

The once-prominent family collapsed in the whirlpool of the undercurrent of the court, leaving only the childish Li Zhao to escape. Above the treacherous temple of Bo Yun, invisible swords and shadows have already quietly weaved a net of killing. In the rivers and lakes of pleasure and hatred, there are also hidden deadly traps and unpredictable human hearts. Fortunately, my grandmother worked so hard to create a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation, and even used countless hidden chess pieces to weave an invisible giant network. When the young child who used to be under Cheng Huan's knees finally struggled to walk up to her: Zhao'er, it's your turn now.