In her past life, Jiang Zhiyuan was the perfect Crown Princess, dignified, virtuous, and beyond reproach. She advised her husband and helped him eliminate every obstacle, only for him to personally give her a cup of poison on the eve of his coronation.
His reason: “You’re too clever. I can’t sleep.”
When she opened her eyes again, Jiang Zhiyuan was back at the beginning, after being deposed and confined to the Cold Palace.
The good news: she was reborn, with thirty years of memories from her past life to boot.
The bad news: the bastard who would one day kill his wife to secure the throne was walking toward her, one step at a time.
This time, Jiang Zhiyuan was tired and decided to give up completely.
But on the first day she tried, a blood-soaked boy barged into the Cold Palace: Xiao Yan, the impoverished prince who had died young in her previous life.
Looking at the spark in his eyes that had yet to go out, Jiang Zhiyuan suddenly had a wild idea.
Rather than sit around waiting for death, she might as well invest in a different “Son of Heaven.”
And so, a mysterious “Fortune-Teller of Fates” appeared in the Cold Palace.
She doesn’t divine the will of spirits. She reads people’s hearts.
“Touching” is her excuse to observe, and “prophecy” is a trap she carefully sets.
She tells Xiao Yan which censor seems loyal but will be the first to betray him, and which general seems reckless but can become his sharpest blade.
She turns memories of her past life into a series of precise “prophecies,” pushing him from an impoverished prince at the mercy of others, step by step, toward the pinnacle of power.
Xiao Yan regards her as a deity, revering her, yearning for her, loving her.
Only Jiang Zhiyuan knows that the path to emperorship she has laid out for Xiao Yan is built from the blood and tears of her past life and the schemes of this one.
Time and again, she has “foreseen” her own fate in her memories: an emperor’s great ambitions need no weakness.
