After transmigrating, all she wanted was to live a quiet life, but instead she married a prince bent on becoming the new emperor.
On their wedding night, beneath the red bridal curtains, her husband held another woman in his arms. She didn’t care and let him spend his days lost in the arms of beauties. But the relationship between a man and a woman is like a game of chess. Once those tangled feelings of love are gone...
Her: Every move carefully planned. Him: A trap at every turn!
Watching the game unfold, she saw everything clearly.
The concubine played white, planning every move. The lord played black, setting traps at every turn.
How can this be called modern parents?