In my previous life, I helped my half-sister become Crown Princess. In return, my entire family was executed, and I was forced to drink poison.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the age of fifteen, the turning point of my fate.
This time, I smiled as I picked up the white jade hairpin my half-sister had dreamed of owning, and personally laid out the dead-end path to her so-called "glory."
"Little sister, I'll let you have the Crown Princess's seat."
She was overjoyed, unaware that the Heavenly Secrets Mirror in my arms clearly showed that the Crown Prince she was about to marry would die within three months.
Household intrigue? Too boring. What I want is regicide.
Using my knowledge of the future, I turned the entire court into a chessboard:
One "accidentally" revealed clue sent the Crown Prince's faction crashing into prison;
One "innocent" reminder set the succession struggle ablaze ahead of schedule;
And why was the seemingly carefree Seventh Prince looking at me with an increasingly unreadable gaze?
My half-sister struggled desperately in the Eastern Palace, thinking she could defy fate and change her lot.
But I already had the pieces in hand, and smiled at the real enemy behind the scenes:
"Your Highness, I've prepared the first shovel of earth for this path to regicide."
Behold how a reborn legitimate daughter makes the world her chessboard and kills the emperor to prove her way!
