On a rainy night in the seventh year of Yongjia, I left the only silver hairpin I had with my biological mother in Tianxiang Tower.
Gu Shuyu, the most inconspicuous concubine of the Gu family. That night, I was ordered by my father to deliver an ebony box, but it became the antidote to Xiao Heng, the cold-faced King of Hell.
When he strangled my neck, his eyes were filled with murderous intent that could not be suppressed by the medicine: "Dare you plot against me?"
Later, the whole capital knew that His Highness King Ying always carried a blood-stained silver jasmine hairpin in his arms.
The queen appreciates me, the King of Chu favors me, my aunt is jealous, my father plots - everyone wants to turn me into a pawn.
Only the man who ruined my innocence pushed me against the desk late at night and taught me how to be a chess player one stroke at a time.
"Gu Shuyu," he kissed away the tears from the corners of my eyes, "I will accompany you to the end of this game of chess."
From concubine to national scholar, from chess piece to chess player.
This entanglement that started as a conspiracy will eventually subvert the chess game of the entire dynasty.
As for the groom of the Gu family, who was rumored to be violent, when he lifted his hijab, what he saw was a pair of eyes as silent as a deep pool.
