I was the crown princess who had been deposed, imprisoned in the Cold Palace to await death. The new emperor was my own younger sister, who laughed at me for being naive and foolish. Reborn at fifteen, I walked without hesitation toward the blind hostage prince whom everyone despised. While they fought for power, I plotted to seize the realm. I healed his eyes and gave him a splendid kingdom. Later, he led his iron cavalry through the palace gates and placed the imperial seal before me. But I raised his chin with the tip of my sword and said softly, “Remember, you sit on this throne because I need a puppet.”
