Once she woke up, Shen Zhiyue became a useless queen in the cold palace.
The monthly money could not be paid, half of the people's hearts were broken, and even a bowl of medicine was watched by people until she drank it completely. What she hates the most is confusion in the accounts: whose hand the list of bed attendants passed through, which line of favor was handed down, who quietly cut off the truth - she wanted to find out clearly layer by layer.
She wanted to save her life first, and then play the dead game of Leng Palace. But she didn't know that the chessboard was bigger than she thought: the inner courtyard was the harem, and the outer court was the imperial court. The two places were actually strung together on the same rope.
She turned the days in her hands into a living account book, and slowly dragged the emperor who always misread the facts in the accounts to the same case.
From the cold palace to the phoenix throne, from low to high, what she wants is not to cry out for pain, but to show him the game: who is beating her in this game, and what can she win back.
