I was originally the most transparent sickly princess in the palace, and the meaning of my existence was to be the emperor's younger brother's "weak spot".
My brother used me to consolidate his power, and I sent the secret letter of his clique into the imperial study.
The powerful officials forced me to get married, and the next day evidence of his collaboration with the enemy was plastered all over the capital.
They all thought that if they took advantage of me, they could shake the foundation of the country.
Until the frontier was broken, the idle chess I laid out at random actually determined the country thousands of miles away.
The general who called me a disaster back then is now kneeling outside the palace gate with his three armies:
"I, my ministers, are willing to accept the princess as the emperor's teacher."
I leaned on the couch and looked at the blood stained red silk handkerchief.
This game of chess has just begun.
And who will be next to sacrifice the flag?
