Shen Qingli, the maid of the Huanyi Bureau, clenched her jade pendant tightly and looked at the red marks on her neck in the bronze mirror - the person who had favored her last night was actually the emperor of the dynasty.
She enters the game step by step with blood, but it cannot be regarded as the emperor's heart: the black iron chain that Jamel Xiao laid out for twenty years is wrapped around her ankle, and half of the Tianji Jade she lost when she was a child is hidden under the dragon robe.
When a precog falls in love with the source of precognition, is he the regicide who overturned the chessboard, or is he the master of the game trapped in the dragon's bed?
