Help! That Frail Princess Is the Mastermind

[Fifteen years ago, she was exiled to Qingzhou. Everyone thought the little princess, whose mother had died, wouldn’t live long.]

[Fifteen years later, she returned to the capital to “pay her respects,” still timid and frail.]

[No one knew...

She had an army of a hundred thousand hidden in the mountains, an assassin organization called Night Owl, an intelligence network covering the entire country, and seventeen hidden agents in the court.]

The Crown Prince tried to win her over: “Little sister, when I ascend the throne, I’ll make you Grand Princess.”

The Second Prince showed concern: “You’re so frail, little sister. Take these supplements.”

The Third Prince trusted her: “You’re the most sensible, little sister. Keep an eye on the capital for me.”

The Fourth Prince told her, “Fifth Sister, you’re the only one who truly treats me well.”

She nodded and smiled, accepted the supplements, and “kept an eye on things” for them.

Three years later, the Crown Prince was deposed, the Second Prince fell off a cliff, the Third Prince was “shot by an arrow” on the battlefield, and the Fourth Prince “died of grief.”

Then she sat on the throne, looking down at the officials kneeling before her.

Someone asked, “Your Majesty, when exactly did you begin laying your plans?”

She thought for a moment. “Fifteen years ago. The day my mother died.”

[An elite special forces soldier transmigrates into a princess. No palace intrigue, no vying for favor, no marriage.]

[She spent ten years setting the board.]

[She wants this empire. Anyone who stands in her way will die.]