[Black Lotus/Full Crematorium/Game of Thrones/Palace Fighting and Machiavellian Story]
[Criticizing the princess crazily, having no intention of romance, only seeking the country, and disturbing the court]
Chu Mingzhao transformed into a stand-in princess in an ancient sadomasochism novel, and was about to be tortured and exploited by the four regents in turn. She eventually became a political victim and died miserably in the cold palace!
Regent No. 1: The iron-blooded general, the god of death on the battlefield, regarded her as the shadow of the white moonlight, but sneered when she sincerely delivered her heart: "Are you worthy of talking about love?"
Regent No. 2: A gentle and powerful minister, he has a lot of calculations about people's hearts. He gently lures her into the game, then turns around and sacrifices her to his political enemies: "The princess is just a chess piece."
Regent No. 3: The romantic prince, playing with flowers, teasing her emotionally and then trampling on her: "A substitute should have the consciousness of a substitute."
Regent No. 4: Emperor Yin Prey, in charge of the secret guard, kept protecting her, and finally fed her poisoned wine with his own hands: "I have the final say on your life."
Chu Mingzhao closed the script, burned the book and smiled - a substitute? Piece? Sacrifice?
This time, she wanted these four powerful regents to kneel down and watch her ascend the throne!
She mediates all directions, uses love as bait and conspiracy as a net, and uses her tricks to backfire on the overall situation.
The general's military talisman, the powerful minister's secret files, the prince's financial path, the emperor's secret network - she nibbled at them one by one, making progress step by step.
Until the night of the palace change, the flames of the Jiuzhong Palace towered into the sky.
The four regents fought desperately to reach her, only to see the substitute princess who had been manipulated by them lazily, sitting lazily on the dragon chair, with the imperial seal under her feet.
