The Female Con Artist

At seven, she stole half a steamed bun, and an old man who repaired clocks took her in.

Everyone else thought she was a worthless street urchin. Only the old man knew: the girl had a sharp eye and a ruthless heart, and was born for the world of con games.

From a homeless street kid to a female disciple of the Thousand Arts.

The first thing Shen Qinghe learned wasn't how to win, but how to survive when she was caught in a game.

At the gambling table, she could play meek, act vulnerable, and smile as she watched people take the bait.

Under the table, she read people's hearts, discerned their desires, hid her true self, and set deadly traps.

She endured the filthiest hardships and the cruelest beatings, and lost too much when there was nothing she could do about it.

So later, she stopped believing in fate, and stopped believing in people.

She isn't a good person.

She can lie, set traps, and turn other people's greed, desires, and contempt into pits to bury them in.

But she's not pure evil, either.

There are still a few lines in her heart that no one can cross. Whoever does will pay.

Old scores come due, the Thousand Arts begin anew, and the Eight Generals enter the game.

The people who drove her master to his death are still alive, hidden in an even deeper, grander game.

And the man who first stirred her heart, Song Baichuan, is, of all things, the most dangerous piece in the game.

This is the story of a female con artist who clawed her way out of the mud.

It's also the story of how a woman turned herself into a game.

Above the table, the stakes are money.

Below the table, the stakes are life and death.