Today, it can be roughly divided into three factions, each dominated by three people.

One of them is the Empress Dowager Song Jin, who represents the royal forces.

The second is Mo Nanyan, the third prince who holds one-third of the military power.

The last one is Han Jinqing, a young prime minister with an unfathomable power background.

Song Jin and Han Jinqing were originally childhood sweethearts.

It's just that for some reason, when he first arrived, Song Jin resolutely withdrew from his marriage contract with Han Jinqing and chose to enter the palace.

Within a few days, all the rules were set, just waiting for her to enter the palace to face the saint.

Who knew that before she entered the palace, the old emperor was already angry, and he was struggling on the dragon bed every day, and he was about to burp, but he didn't expect the old emperor to order all the harem concubines to bury him before he died.

The people complained and mourned, but this was a holy decree, and no one dared to obey it.

So, after all the concubines were buried alive, the ministers remembered, oh, it seems that there is still a concubine outside the palace.

But at that time, the crown prince was too young to preside over the government, and the country could not be without a king for a day.

Therefore, Song Jin picked up a leak, not only was he not buried alive to death, but also became a noble queen mother who taught the prince as soon as she entered the palace and monopolized the imperial power.

The other princes are all straw bales, but the third prince has a strategy and ambition since he was a child, and he is willing to succumb to a woman.

After the death of the old emperor, the court was turbulent, and the regime was divided, Song Jin and Mo Nanyan, who were the queen mother at that time, worked step by step, crawling and rolling, and after several years of open and secret fighting, the court finally became the three factions it is today.

Yes, three factions.

At the beginning, Song Jin and the third prince were fighting in the court, but when they turned their heads, they found that at some point, Han Jinqing, who had been silent, had no less power in his hands than them, and might even override them!

Especially since they hadn't heard the slightest rumor, they were suddenly shocked, but they didn't dare to touch him easily.

In this way, the situation of the three of them has become a mutual check and balance, and no one can kill anyone.

It's already night outside, Song Jin is too lazy to engage in the court's scheming, she plans to wait for the meeting to deal with people directly, and brush up on the favorability value.

Changing into a black tights, she used light skills, flew off the wall, and walked out of the palace in twos and threes.

The Prime Minister's Mansion is located in the bustling area of the capital, and the streets outside are lively, but the Prime Minister's Mansion is dimly lit and quiet.

Sleeping so early?

Song Jin blinked, calculated the time, it was only half past ten in the evening, could the people in the prime minister's mansion live the life of an elderly person?

She trampled through a few roofs, and finally landed in an elaborate courtyard with sporadic firelight, peeling off the bricks and tiles at the soles of her feet, and squinting down.

The room was filled with a thin mist with a warm temperature.

Under the background of the fire candles, a large screen embroidered with flowers and birds is engraved with a long and straight figure.

She moved her gaze forward, and saw a slender man in a dark brocade robe standing behind the screen, unable to see his face clearly, the long black green silk was scattered behind, only a white hosta was slightly fixed, just a back, the end was the breeze and the bright moon, lazy and charming.

His slender fingers like white jade were carrying his waist at the moment, and his clothes were half-faded, extremely tempting.

Song Jin didn't blink.

Where did this beauty come from?

It's just a back, it's too foul.

"Your Excellency has seen enough?"

The man didn't make a sound back, and his pleasant voice contained a lazy shallow smile, but it was inexplicably chilling, and he didn't dare to provoke easily.

Really.

As soon as his words fell, a sharp, slender and poisonous silver needle shot straight at Song Jin from his cuff!