After I Was Reborn, the Tyrant Knelt and Begged Me to Live

In my previous life, I died on a snowy night.

I did not die beneath the iron hooves of an enemy state. I died by the cold decree of the young emperor I had personally helped onto the throne, Dongfang Chen. He believed the slander. He believed that I, the regent, had amassed troops for my own ends. He believed I would rebel. Coughing up the blood surging in my throat, I watched it spread red across the snow. As I closed my eyes, only one sentence remained: "Your subject... has never betrayed you."

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment before I drove him to his death!

In the imperial study, the young emperor clutched the deadly secret letter, his knuckles white: "An army of one hundred thousand is at the border. Only the Prince Regent can repel them." In my previous life, he coldly issued his decree. But now, I see turmoil in his eyes, something never there before: panic and... remorse?

The military report is false, the medicine is poison, and every link in this deadly plot is meant to send me on a mission from which I will never return.

This time, he cuts off the conspiracy and tears up the forged evidence. What's more... to everyone's astonishment, he stumbles to his knees beside the couch of me, his "powerful minister," and clutches the medicine-scented hem of my robe. His voice is hoarse and broken, carrying a humility never before seen in an emperor:

"Imperial Uncle... don't go... I beg you... live!"

His eyes hold the terror of someone who has watched everything burn. The tyrant who once coldly sent me to my death now kneels and begs me to live?

The strength of his grip lingers on my fingertips, burning hot, yet tinged with the icy chill of despair.

In this life, where will this game of chess, and the life he begged for on his knees, lead?