In a palace glittering with gold yet cold as ice, palace maids dress Princess Zijing in the elaborate wedding robes she will wear to marry into another kingdom. Her gaze is numb, and she is as lifeless as a puppet on strings.
In the mirror, she sees her own young but spiritless face. The next moment, memories of her past life surge back like a tidal wave. She had been a business psychology expert who could see through people, as well as a strategist skilled in political maneuvering. Just as she was about to reach the pinnacle of success, her beloved and trusted confidants joined forces to betray her, and she died with bitter resentment.
She crushes the rouge box in her hand, her gaze shifting from numbness to icy sharpness. “In this life, I will never again be anyone’s pawn. I will be the one moving the pieces.”
