After transmigrating into Zhao Ji, Qin Shu's first reaction was not delight, but a prickling scalp.
She knew she had not come to enjoy a life of luxury. She had fallen into a deadly trap destined to turn mother against son.
Everyone in Handan wanted her and her son's lives,
but the truly terrifying part lay years in the future: the son she raised with her own hands would one day push her away with his own hands.
In this life, Qin Shu did not want to become the Zhao Ji of the history books, a woman who was unhinged, depraved, and infamous.
She would protect Ying Zheng and see him safely back to Qin, while securing her own footing in the Qin palace.
But she never expected that the future First Emperor, who would one day sweep across the Six Kingdoms, was now only a child, covered in wounds and looking at her coldly.
Handan was a prison, and the Qin palace was a trap.
And she would be the one moving the pieces.
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