When the cold edge of a modern agent penetrated the dusty haze of thousands of years, and landed directly in the deep and lonely courtyard of the Zhenguo Palace, a name forgotten by the years started to burn. Shen Yunshu, who used to be a silent and decisive shadow blade in the dark night, was ruthlessly thrown into this gorgeous golden cage by the giant hand of fate in the blink of an eye, and transformed into the cowardly and helpless third lady of the Zhenguo Palace who allowed others to bully her. Her eyebrows are as bright as distant daisies, and her eyes are like cold stars hiding frost. Every move she makes, beneath the light and fluttering skirt, is a deadly sharp edge. This is by no means a romantic and comfortable adventure through time and space, but a thrilling rebirth from the ashes with life as a bet.
In the boudoir, everything seems calm on the surface, but in reality, there are turbulent undercurrents and turbulent winds. When Shen Yunshu first arrived in this strange world, he fell into layers of airtight calculations and conspiracies, as well as those cold, biting, contemptuous indifferent glances. The eldest sister, Shen Yuerou, is as dignified and gentle as a clear lotus in the pond, and her smile is as sweet as honey, but she, who seems harmless, has ulterior motives again and again, pushing Shen Yunshu ruthlessly into an abyss of despair. However, today is different from the past. Today's Shen Yunshu is no longer the cowardly original owner who could be manipulated by others. She will never bow her head and compromise easily, let alone be afraid of the storm that is coming. Her fingertips were lightly tapping on the table. This was her habitual movement when she was concentrating on thinking. At the same time, it was also a countdown before she was about to launch a fierce counterattack. With her advanced thinking from modern times, she
