Shen Zhiwei entered the palace at the age of sixteen and became the most inconspicuous piece on the chessboard.
Everyone said that she didn't fight or fight, and was as docile as a still water. Only she knew that beneath this still water there was an undercurrent that could overturn the entire chess game.
The noble concubine is flamboyant, the Shu concubine is elegant, and the virtuous concubine is rich and noble. All of them want to play chess. The emperor sat high in the hall and watched with cold eyes this game with human life as the bet.
Until that night, the palace maid lying by the cold well held a handkerchief embroidered with her mark in her arms.
At the birthday banquet, Concubine Kang suffered from abdominal pain and redness, so she found a sachet soaked in musk under her seat.
Until under the pillow, a puppet appeared with birth date written on it and full of silver needles.
Killing the game again and again, pressing every step of the way. Shen Zhiwei finally understood - in this deep palace of cannibalism, if you don't play chess, you will just be an abandoned piece.
So she picked up the chess piece that was despised by everyone, and gently dropped it under the emperor's half-smiling gaze:
"Your Majesty, it's your turn."
Reading tips:
It's neither time travel nor rebirth, it's pure ancient strategy, and the heroine relies on wisdom to break the situation.
The love line slowly heats up, the emperor and empress test each other in both directions, and they meet their opponents.
Palace fights are not clever, villains are not clever, everyone has a complete chain of motivations
With "chess" as the core, every game is a game of life and death.
