She was the humblest abandoned daughter of the Da Zhao Dynasty. She was bullied and sent to the gloomy underground palace as a sacrifice.
After traveling through time, the soul of the military genius returned. Chu Lingxiang sneered and clenched her fists: This troubled world should not be a chessboard for men, but a stage for her coronation.
After killing her stepmother, Pinghou Mansion, and washing the rivers and lakes with blood, she grew lotuses step by step, walking on the bones to the center of power. He is the Shura God of War, as cold and hard as iron, but he is willing to take off his armor under her skirt; he is a disabled prince, gloomy and paranoid, and is willing to kill the whole world for her; he is a cold and cold national master, with an immortal spirit, but his heart is broken for her, and he sinks every night; he is a faceless killer, wild and untamed, and only serves as the sharp knife in her palm; he is a sinister powerful official, who falls in love with her and kills each other, and finally surrenders.
Five powerful men, five completely different love-hate entanglements. She smiled sweetly and played with their ambitions, desires and affections in the palm of her hand.
Machiavellianism is bone, love is flesh. In this huge bet, she not only wanted the country, but also the five best men, to be her single favorite and to rule the country for her.
