Shen Zhiwei died on the day the man she supported with her own hands ascended the throne.
The whole family was massacred, her eyes were gouged out, and she was thrown into a mass grave.
Before she died, only the crippled Nine Emperors Uncle Xiao Jue, whom she had framed to show his loyalty, put a broken cloak on her and said in a hoarse voice: "It's a pity that he has the character of a general."
When she opened her eyes again, she was sixteen years old again, at the palace banquet where her fate changed.
This time, she ignored the affectionate gaze of the future emperor, dragged her sick body, and walked straight towards the Ninth Prince in the wheelchair that everyone avoided.
Amid the uproar, she knelt down on one knee and said in a voice as clear as a blade:
"Your Highness, I will be your sword. One day you will rule the world, please allow me to kill all your enemies with my own hands, okay?"
Xiao Jue played with the jade ring, his eyes full of interest: "Miss Shen, I never do business at a loss. Your bargaining chip?"
She raised her eyes, dipped her fingertips in the wine, and wrote three words on his palm.
That was a shocking secret that could overturn the government and the opposition.
[Small Theater·Inner Monologue]
In the eyes of outsiders, she is a sickly and gentle daughter-in-law of the Hou family.
Only Xiao Jue knew how dark the collaborator's cut was.
Later, the scumbag knelt outside the palace and begged her to turn back. She leaned on the dragon chair, played with the jade seal and chuckled:
"My menopause specializes in treating all kinds of scum. The course of treatment is - eradicate the roots."
Xiao Jue hugged her from behind and kissed her hair: "My beloved concubine, I am afraid that only I can cure your illness."
"What disease?"
"I am addicted to my preference."
