Chu Mingzhao transmigrates into a book and becomes the lecherous Prince Guo in a matriarchal novel, as well as the poisonous blade feared by the empress.
The moment she opens her eyes, she’s surrounded by scenes that would need to be censored. Behind the screen stands the seemingly innocent but secretly ruthless male lead, the very man who will one day carve her to pieces!
No way! She has to clean up her image!
By day, she drinks poisoned wine with the prince of an enemy kingdom, then slips a finger beneath his collar to retrieve a jade cord. “Third Prince, your collarbone is more alluring than the map of Beiyan.”
Late at night, she tends to the darkened male lead’s wounds, gently stroking the cinnabar birthmark on his lower back. “There, be good. If it hurts, just say so.”
Even when taming an aloof musician, she has to pin him against his instrument and force a gasp from him. “Play one wrong note, and I’ll tear off one piece of your clothing.”
But when there are too many men, jealousy is bound to flare.
Xiao Yu’s bloodied lips brush her earlobe as he presses a dagger to her heart and asks softly, “Does Your Highness truly have a place for me in your heart?”
She drives her hand through his palm and laughs recklessly. “Of course. You’re all the most important people in my life.”
They are pawns, blades, and the perfect choices for her to overturn imperial rule.
