Yan Yunmou

There are too many innocent souls buried in the soil of Yanyun Sixteen States. She carries the softness of Tai Chi, but hides a knife of revenge. At the age of sixteen, she should be appreciating flowers, but she was plotting people's lives. She entered the game with her body, used her rouge as poison, her smile as a blade, and embroidered thirty-six strategies into her skirt. The tribe's tent is her chessboard. The Khitan wolf is her chess piece. She doesn't want much - It's just the blood of those people dyeing the sand of Yanyun red. In a game of chess where life is at stake, no move can be wrong.