Lin Zhao transmigrates into a political intrigue novel, becoming the Ninth Prince’s “aging bedchamber attendant,” a disposable character who is killed by the legal wife less than three chapters after her introduction.
At the time, the Ninth Prince, Xiao Heng, is sixteen, a down-and-out good-for-nothing everyone in the palace can bully. He cowers behind her, trembling.
Lin Zhao looks at the boy before her, then at the bowl of abortion-inducing medicine laced with poison in her hand.
To hell with being a disposable character.
She smashes the bowl on the ground, then grabs Xiao Heng by the chin. “Your Highness, do you want to live? If you do, listen to me.”
From today on, she won’t be his bedchamber attendant. She’ll be his “strategist.”
She’ll teach this battered little wolf cub to bite back. She’ll help him climb out of the mire of the Cold Palace and make his way, step by step, to the highest seat of power.
And then, she’ll share the empire with him.
