On the Wedding Night, My Husband's White Moonlight Was Actually Mine

On the wedding night, the white moonlight of my husband turned out to be me who was supposed to die. He held my memorial tablet and cried bitterly. Little did he know that I was right behind him, with a different face, and became his new wife. He thought I was a substitute, but he didn't know that I was the chess player. When all the truth was revealed, the civil and military officials of the entire court knew that I had already laid a dragnet.