Born into a noble family, she outsmarted a dead game—see how the noble girl Zhang Yuheng used her mortal body to play the chess game of troubled times.
In the winter of the ninth year of Zhenxuan, the iron hoofs of Fusi in Beizhen crushed the snowy night in Jiangying City. The house of Zhang, the head of the Ministry of Rites, was overturned in an instant, and the fire burned all the glory of the wealthy family.
Zhang Yuheng, the granddaughter of the old pavilion who was famous in Beijing in the past, but in the bloody light of the family raids and annihilation, she relied on the maid Chuntao to sacrifice her life to protect her, and covered up her beautiful appearance with a touch of wall dust.
Use wisdom as your blade and rules as your shield to escape from the Shura Field alone.
Make strategic plans, step by step, use people's hearts as a chess piece, and the world as a game, to carve out a way out in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
As beautiful as a plum, as ruthless as a blade, the fragrance of ink in the boudoir turns into a roaring wave.
In the desperate situation of confiscating the family and annihilating the clan, a way of life for the weak was torn open.
There is no golden finger, only frightening steps; there is no savior, only oneself playing chess.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
